Note To a Young Musician

I am searching your music With torn flesh and jagged nails Ripping stones from the earth To find our root on the surface Photosynthesizing some toleration For the modified scream, Your life flipping From street to stage I am looking for a beat to write Dancing is too easy Too coherent Life is not like that anymore What is left us beyond the jagged teeth of sound Is what this music has become This overwhleming hedonism This great feeling That we shall never amount to nothing more Than this, a heart frantic To become detach again Without a chemical therapy of pain