Orchestras Within
Do you ever feel that tug?
A tug deep inside,
Tugging on your strings,
Playing you like an orchestra.
This epically astounding orchestra,
Never missing a note,
But this orchestra,
It sounds so depressing, all it does is gloat.
Sitting back on this balcony,
Closing my eyes,
Watching the sounds bounce,
Bouncing off this stone cold goodbye.
Coming too, I'm alone,
That stone cold goodbye,
Now a prison,
A stone cold corridor.
Trapped, corridor becoming corridors, in a maze,
Lost, I can't find my way,
I need your help,
But alas, you are gone.
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