Blame the Music

You can blame the music, although it earned the rare distinction of solace. You can blame the message, although it only ever filled me with courage. But you won’t ever blame the dampness nor the humidity of the oppressive air that in combination formed the nursery for the ugly thoughts I would come to bear. You can blame my friends, although of deaf ears, they lent me absolutely none. You can blame their attitude, although it shields them from the damage your kind has done. But you won’t ever blame the abysmal fog that shot to hell all nautical sense to navigate the tempest of your temper at the cost of my own confidence. Eyes that gluttonize imperfection, sate yourself on your owners.