Integrating these strange moments
I wish that I could forget,
Containing withheld restlessness...
A world eternally upset.

While pressed by the spinning silence
Against this cold, graffitied wall,
As here within Oblivion
My consciousness begins to fall.

For these resounding vibrations
Now rip infinity in two,
Birthing an illumination
Bringing forth Inspiration's view.

This invading tempo climbs,
Sounds illustrating our differences
Musical hues dancing in eyes,
As aberrant colors produce sighs.


In the midst of rhythmic chaos
This numbness thoroughly surrounds,
For those trapped within Musican's ethos
There is no escape to be found.