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My Musical Condition
I have a serious condition.
It’s only fatal if not acted upon.
Great suffering surfaces if it is neglected.
The condition is called Music.
My life is in a strangle-hold,
I am like a fish in a bowl.
I can see out but am unable to leave,
there is no exit.
Music haunts me wherever I tread,
it follows me to bed,
it keeps me up at night,
I can’t escape!
Ear worms drip from my lobes.
Few of my friends understand my pain.
The suffering of a creative;
what a loud world I inhabit.
But my condition is not hopeless,
there is a treatment.
No medicine is effective.
No doctor can save me.
To survive, I must express.
I must release my music,
from my body and from my soul,
I must bring out that which is within.
There are no rules,
there are no restrictions.
Any music will do,
no music is ineffective.
Everyday I am forced to create,
or else my nature will die;
My soul will wither,
my mind will perish.
Music is my lifeline.
I cherish it with all my heart.
It is sacred,
as it encourages the human condition.
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