Again, I wasn’t happy with where I was in life at the time this was written.
There by the river, he sits alone.
Not moving, still as a stone.
He’s empty inside,
He’s tried and tried.
His loneliness consumes him,
Leaving him bitter, isolated and cold.
His one comfort is his music
Playing in his ears.
It pours into his head,
Taking him into the abyss of his mind.
His music is his strength,
His companion through all trials.
Everyone has left him,
He has been left with nothing but music.
So alone he sits, lost in stereo.
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