The song I heard from the car radio.
I had no idea who sung it but that voice carried me
to the next stop sign and I waited.
I thought about one million recycled things I had lost
interest in, struggling to find a way to personal victory.
A new song started and I knew this one reminded me
of a time when there was more to capture.
When dreams were not dyed the ugly colors they are now.
The moment when I did not fully realize.
My turn to drive and now my hands are purple.
The song I want to hear has been overplayed.
This singer has many secrets. He does.
It's a connection we have. He does not know me but I know him.
I know about his struggles. I read about it in a book.
It could have been called "Life Sucks." Or maybe, "My Bad."
I need a new song. One that increases my energy flow.
It makes things alright again.
I have not been to a music store for years.
Virgin is gone. Best Buy carries Taylor Swift.
Amoeba is relocating and closed for a long lasting reason.
I suffer the unforeseen consequences.
I wanted it all back in the day.
What I would not do to give it all away but keep the
parts that brought me happiness.
I would wait forever but no thanks, not anymore.
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