Each melody\'s righteous vowels
Overlaps with every others
Until their shared need
Lives singular and rapturous.
If I could have one wish -
It would be the ability to rewire.
The saline I find myself in is old.
Unchosen.
Needy,
Sharp,
Just too loud really.
There was a song I was supposed to hear a long time ago -
But now I have to write like I know it by heart.
Every night is eaten away waxing poetic,
Crafting lyrics to the empty space where music is supposed to live.
It isn\'t lost on me that every verse concerns the chorus,
Each chorus - the lack of score.