Lonely Headphones
Sleep provides me with peace as i carry myself away musically.
Inisde a bubble where a city never sleeps.
As if a coma were to live in every wrinkle of an earthquake.
I have no friends nor love ones today....
For if i did i would never feel this way.
But why should i complain or pretend someone will hear me.
Even if i were clean many of the viewers would still consider me filthy.
It only rains on me....
Or at least it feels that way.
Since my head phones are the only ones which keep me company.
They never lie to me.
Or pretend i exist when i don't...
I'm more than words or a simple napkin with a note.
But i have no fingers to point or any request today.
I realize i am alone in this place.
Musically inclined.
Without lines to define myself.
-Robert F Burton
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