The music it flows,anything will do.
Classic, rock, indie.
Each sound alone is, hollow, missing something, like a car without wheels, useless.
Every sound together is unique, like sunrises, different and beautiful.
But by no means perfect, although it gets me through the day.
The beginning verse of a song, like the start of an adventure.
The judge,you, determines if the adventure will be:
worth it,
distasteful,
rewarding,
foolish.
From there the journey can come to a halt or proceed onward.
The chorus, the opposition.
Enticing, lingering,waiting to drag you from the path that leads to the end.
Willing to do anything to stop the progress.
The last verse, testing your will against the resisting side.
Battling through each step, holding onto the sliver of hope that always remains.
The bridge, the end.
The one who perseveres stands champion.
Completed:
happy,
despairing,
forgetful,
significant,
but an adventure nonetheless.
The music flows, anything will do.
Classic, rock, indie.