There in the my bed, is where my I-pod lays.

What will entice me today?

The music is on, when I didn't even press play.

What will drive me to move this afternoon?

What is the siren that calls me to stay?

What is the music that puts me to sleep?

What is the sound that wants me to play?

This is what makes, what drives me; I shake.

The adrenaline, the hormones, something I must obey.

This is what makes me. It want's me to stay.

The sound, so hyper and free; transits in to agony.

I find myself Jumping. In the next moment I'm on my knees.

The next song is militant. The lyrics are passionate. My inner woman is out. This music excites me. I like it. I like it. There is no stoping me. I feel like a savage flame. I'm crawling on the ground. the next person I see, I will love.

Another transition. It starts off slow, the drums beat fast. My heart beat increases. The violen, the piano, the guitar; is something that realeses my origin. I dance, like the old me is foreign.

My eyes say; "tango". My hips say; "Move slow". My spanish eyes say; "Let's go."

This is what makes me. Now it is orient. Fast popping beats and a techno purge. I develop a new urge. Raving, hopping, I am going mad.

But this is what makes me sad.

This is what makes me happy.

This is what makes me crazy.

This is the music that drives me.

This is what makes me.

(sorry if it was to long)