This is where I became who I am
It was the setting for my own personal Catcher in the Rye
Hidden from the world
A basement where we all grew…

A Haven for us wallflowers and misfits
The temple of the Jesus of Suburbia
An anarchist state with no judgment

The looming scent of incense, fast food, and vomit
A Broken couch and stained chair
The welcoming floor for those wild nights

Vibrations of the bass coursing through my veins
The pounding of drums in my head
The harmony of guitars lifting my soul

Becoming one with the moon
One with the trees
One with those around me

We are the offspring of chaos and harmony
There we truly lived
There we were, we are, we will be…

And there…
There we felt
Infinite