Can’t get enough, I listen when I’m out
I listen when I’m in, yes I’m all ears
My headphones or my speaker always spout
Sounds like a teapot pouring tea without
Itself, outwith itself, the cup is me
I decode, analyse, react, I shout
Inside, I move inside, effortlessly
I play guitar til my fingers agree
That I must stop reluctantly, immerse
My being into it and there’s no doubt
I’m at home there, whether indoors or free
To roam, even just shopping for groceries
All seems exciting, like catching a trout!!
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