Friday, February 24, 2012

Day 55/366

Tip toe up the staircase,
Just to see her move,
Headphones on, hips swinging,
She dances in her room.

Oblivious of the world or tide,
The child in her awakes,
Without a care or worry,
Her mind's in a happy place.

Her future reeks of clarity,
There's passion on her face,
As long as she's got music,
She guides her world's pace.

Watch her even closer,
When the music's gone away.
She'll twist and turn in her sleep,
In her blood, the drug remains.

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