Mundane trite

I won’t stay silent!

I get sad waiting for answers to questions I’ve called.

I am not perturbed by silence.

I am only disturbed when it is silent.

So I must play my music… begin the dance to the songs in my head.

I love music.

Sweet music.

It gives me melody.

It helps me to dance out in the streets.

And my rhythm changes, my pace changes

My tempo vibrates

Until I find the right frequency

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