Take off your headphones,
Listen to life.
Get your head out of the clouds,
Don’t miss a thing.
That’s what they say
The same everyday
So I took them off
And gave it a chance.
There were birds singing
Cut off by a horn
The wind was blowing
Drowned out by cars
The sun shone bright
Covered by exhaust
The mountain was bare
The forest was gone
A child was crying
A mother was screaming
Sirens were wailing
A cart was creaking
My mind went to places I left behind
Places I’d promised I’d never again go
Disappointment of family
Disparity of life
Give me back my headphones
Don’t say another word
Exist in the world you made
And I’ll stay in my own.
- Author: Beka Constant (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 31st, 2023 20:48
- Category: Sad
- Views: 1
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