Repeat
The song is like a person,
I can see the person when I close my eyes.
They have a halo.
And they’re morphing, but it’s not an evil, twisted morphing.
It’s just us, me and a song.
And it’s like I’m sleeping, when I’m just resting for a moment.
Without my song, the discordant sights and sounds come back.
There’s only one song that works for me.
There’s only one song that’s human to me.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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