Like a drug or wine it fills up the mind,
evacuating the brain one thought at a time.
At the mercy of it's creators, anticipation looms,
making cherished spaces out of standard rooms.
Seeking it out becomes an adventure;
sitting with it in solitude, our guilty pleasure.
Now we've become spoiled, or at least our ears.
Feeling so grateful, to that let's cheers!
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Like a drug or wine it fills up the mind,
evacuating the brain one thought at a time.
At the mercy of it's creators, anticipation looms,
making cherished spaces out of standard rooms.
Seeking it out becomes an adventure;
sitting with it in solitude, our guilty pleasure.
Now we've become spoiled, or at least our ears.
Feeling so grateful, to that let's cheers!
On a bus in SF