I have a sound inside my mind, that is trapped and can't get out.
The soothing music escapes the grasp of my understanding, and yet so entrancing,
urging me to find what action it expects from me...
Is it the sorrow and my swan song? or is it a dawn of the purest, palest blue, singing for me to wake up?
Its melody is not one I recognise, nor one I'd be able to replicate, but it turns my attention its way,
with no precedent or reason, beckoning to my philosophical nature to soar.
This is the weird inner work of my melodic brain, trapped between wisdom and ignorance in its eternal paradox of existence.
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