Another good night's acting class where I
Learn a little bit more each time, I hope
At work, meanwhile, a long meeting, felt by
And by more sliding down a slippery slope
Of tedium. In days gone by I'd elope
Mentally into music reverie
Thinking through some rhythm, but not hip hop
It's an age thing, and taste, depends on me
And what I grew up liking, melody
Rather than lyrics, drum beats, bass lines, my
Drug of denial and also escape
Like when I was a kid in primary
School in maths class, elsewhere, trying to fly
Out the window, superman in his cape
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