when wearing headphones,
the world is yours to rearrange.
everyone and everything moves
to the beat of your music.

they are a music video you create.
I watch and rewrite everyone's story.

the song that plays is sad, so the girl
across the street is not laughing because
she is happy, but laughing bitterly at her own
petty and ridiculous sadness.

the driving beat behind the next song makes the
man driving down the road seem to be doing so
with the most purpose I have ever seen, as if he has
somewhere he really, really needs to be.

maybe he has flowers for the woman he loves
or needs to apologize for something he did wrong.
either way, the music says he needs to be there
quick fast in a hurry, and so off he goes.

and me?
I am not so small,
not so insignificant,
not so afraid.

I am in charge.

what a wonderful feeling it is
to be --
just for a fleeting and wonderful second --
queen of the
world.