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Don't worry about me,
I'll just dance to the beat
of the music around me.
Swirls and whirls and the whooshing
of the bows and arrows above my head.

The low thumping, the pulsing, the sweet slur of melodies envelops me now.
The sound spreading from the ground, the walls, the skies, the whole universe
Into what I see as an emptiness, from greater intensity to the least.
Like one of them physics laws.

The strummin' of the chords is makin' my heart leap up,
A whole step to the stage of my own self confidence.
I'll be my own audience, but it don't matter at all--
'Cept that it's music, lifting me up to a higher ground,
Staring on down at my old self saying that it's been no good,
And I'll be better this time.

I'll be a conductor to my own orchestra,
And emperor commanding an army of swords and machine guns,
Blasting and slicing through the oncoming foes,
The grievous ones mainly named silence, distortion, rap and R&B.

I'll be my very own playwright.
One greater than the great Shakespeare,
However you might spell his name I don't care,
But I can be better that's all, and I will.

I'll even be a dancer to my own dance troupe,
Struttin' through the stage and right onto the audience,
They're all watching, laughing at such an outrageous act
But it's all right.

Cause I still got the music.

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I would love some feedback if anyone takes any interest in my writings. Thanks for reading! 🙂

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Daedalan, in the year 261 AF.