Sorrows Within the Muzik
The piano playing, and the violins scrapping the barrel of my muzikal mind,
Makes me move in a rhythmic mode i do not know why.
Just thinking about the sounds that come out of my movements,
make my body ache and crumble until the music ends.
The drums and DJ start to play, and the voices inside my head tell me to take it away,
i move to the sound of the beet and the radio play.
The floor crumbles beneath my feet and i begin to fall in to deep,
and i finely realized the that mountain i was climbing is way to steep.
A harp starts to play and i begin to cry,
because it reminds me of the type of person i am inside.
This harp brings out the sorrows i hid for a long time,
but now its playing so loud that my soul feels cheaper than a dime.
Finely all the sounds and instruments are put together to make this wonderful sound,
but they don't know that when this song end i am going to drown.
Drown in the sorrow that has been around for while,
so that when i die the MUZIK will pump out of my heart like a fountain of gravel,
And make a beat for all the people to dance and step to,
just the way i have danced with this sorrow of the MUZIK.
So let your sorrows go right now and listen, don't dance,
because i don't want you to end up in my place when the MUZIK ends.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2011
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