I enjoy listening to music that makes me think.
Different songs trace back to a certain memory.
For suppressed and reminiscent thoughts, music is the link.
One simple tune helps bring my mind clarity.
I like to use the rhythm and the beat
to paint a picture in my mind.
The illustration is where the music and my thoughts meet.
It is the time where my imagination and my reality bind.
Like a certain scent, music reminds me
of things in the future, present, and past.
Reminders of what could’ve been, what is, and what could be.
It is the only time ideas and memories can last.
Music makes me think; it is a venereal disease.
It is so easy to catch, but it is so difficult to cease.
As I start to get ready for bed,
I think about all the time I spent
listening to the words people said,
trying to figure out what they meant.
I’d take part of mature conversation.
I’d listen in on to a funny story.
Trying to understand and make a relation,
I sit here learning all about their glory.
From hearing them I realize
conversation is a type of form
that opens people’s eyes
to new ideas; a calm before the storm.
As ideas rush, we then create.
So conversation is a form to concentrate.
Today marks a new chapter.
It is a time to restart.
A chance to fill it with new cheers and laughter.
It is a time to create new art.
With the opportunity to find a new muse,
I’ll fill it with persistence and motivation.
I’ll live my life in the way I so choose.
Making sure I have the right drive and dedication.
It is a time to prove people wrong.
A time to find myself within.
I must show that I can be strong.
And through it all, I know I will win.
Today I start brand-new.
Excited to see what my life will ensue.
The new year brings a new mindset.
I’ve thought about what I need to let go.
Now, there are surely things I’ll never forget.
But, there is something you all need to know.
I’m exhausted of following other people’s footsteps.
I detest myself for not having control.
It’s my turn to introduce myself to new doorsteps.
I’ll take up my own leadership role.
Although I may no longer always be here,
Things always turn out the right way.
Remember to not let the memories disappear,
But I mean if you so choose, do what you may.
I apologize if I wasn’t able to make things last.
It’s just time to leave some things in the past.