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I attack the couch
Tearing cushions to get to the hard surface of it
So I can rock back and forth on it for hours at a time
For no apparent reason
I get my music maker
pull earphones over my ears
And allow the music to envelop me
Someone's else's creation becomes my essence
As I rock back and forth
Back and forth
Changing songs
Artists
And composers
Agreeing to the gist of their works
And shaking my head in disdain
Nothing else truly matters
Not what I was supposed to do 3 hours ago
Nor what my future is gonna be like
Just me, music, and my earphones
Just for now at least...