the music

watch me move my hands & feet...
to the sound of this slow beat...
replaying the song on repeat, i seek...
the music.
i close my eyes & listen to the harmonizing beauty...
watch me wind, grind, and roll my booty...
smoking, listening to these lyrics have me woozy...
i love what it does to me,
the music.
it's inside of my soul, i cannot control, lord behold,
the way i can fold my hands...
i remember when i used to play in the band...
oh the feeling, during the season, it gave me a reason to listen to...
the music.
no more stress because i've diffused it...
John Green molded me & helped me use it...
this is my muse, my tool, i feel...
don't abuse it...
the music.