I escape through melodic patterns,
Through the lyrics of souls as busy as mine,
Through the chasm of hope in every line,
I escape through Music.
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I feel (the things I don't say)
PoetryWe fear the unknown. The mind holds knowledge, knowledge is power and with power we conquer our fears.
Escape
I escape through melodic patterns,
Through the lyrics of souls as busy as mine,
Through the chasm of hope in every line,
I escape through Music.