A Fistful Of Words

12 Jan 2012

Music Theory Class

The incessant melody,

Forever haunting me

Note upon note,

Endless cascades

Timeless music

Echoes through decades

And yet, as I step forth,

And walk through that darkened door,

Everything is silent,

The music is no more.

A room void of music,

A room void of hope.

It’s driving me mad

I can barely cope

This suit is a facade

To hide all that’s odd

Intelligence draining

This is endurance training

Yearning for learning,

But none will come.

Eyes full of rage,

Smile on my face.

I’m years ahead,

But I must keep pace.

Fuck music theory.

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