lost in the sounds
the feel of the glossy keys
beneath your fingers
you’re no longer here
you’re there
but you don’t even know where there is
you’re sad
you’re happy
you’re angry
and you don’t know why
it’s like you’ve forgotten
or you just don’t care
you’re just excited to be there
scared to leave
frightened of being pulled away
kidnapped.
wondering if you’ll ever get back
how’d you get there in the first place?
I don’t know the way!
desperately searching
you're scared you'll try too hard
that it'll be false
you hate the kidnapper
it distracts you
forget it
forget it and you'll find your way
it's not that you must focus on the way
it's that you must not focus at all
just lose yourself in the sound...
