The Tetra Line
A raw and calloused thumb
Sliding over steel
The sound of buzzing string
Is the only thing that's real
A kind and loving world
A place I saw on screen
That kind that won't exist
The kind that makes me scream
I strike another chord
I play until I bleed
It's the kind of sound I want
It's the kind of sound I need
To make it through the day
To make it through the week
To make it through my life
To lift me when I'm weak
I pay another bill
I write another check
I click another mouse
I'm at another desk
I wipe it all away
When I play the tetra line
I'm in another world
The kind of world that's kind
Copyright © Derek Chos | Year Posted 2025
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