you're riding that low tide,
headphones plugged in,
head bowed to the ground.
you're shielded from chaos,
chaos known as the world,
chaos known as reality.
late nights in lamp lit streets,
high in intoxication of chemicals,
drunk in the silence of it all.
no risk in your own world,
no danger in your own world,
just music blasting into your ears.
you're riding that low tide,
and the steady beat of your heart.
you're riding that low, low tide.
YOU ARE READING
Little Things in Life
Sonstiges"I hate a Roman named Status Quo!" - Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
