I close my eyes and I listen to the chords and to each note conceived,
The beating of the drum, the various instruments which come together to form the beauty I hear,
Such instruments, such a tune, and I couldn't comprehend what made sense,
Why it felt amazing,
Until my mind started to wander, and as it trailed off into the abyss, into the corners of my mind,
I am brought back to a time where I was younger, brought back to a time where my life was much simpler.
Brought back to a time where I felt free,
No worries,
Nothing to get extremely stressed over, and nothing to be scared of,
Awaiting new possibilities but enjoying the time that I already had,
Why do I stare to the sunrise?
Why do I stare onwards as the day moves on?
Trailing off the pages of documents serving no purpose,
Why continue down this line of longing?
Guess it's just something that I can't let go.
Something that...
...
..
.
Something that I won't let go.
