DILEMMA

Its just one of those evening. Here i am sitting at my desk at 9:40 pm. Everyone has left and i should be laying naked on my tiled floor at home. But no, I am just feeling the day went by so fast yet i couldn't get all that must be done done. Torn between Andrea Bocelli's voice playing on my laptop and facebook. Asking myself over and over if tomorrow will bring better news.

I will not beat myself up over nothing. So i smile and say,

-I chose to forgive music
And let the tip of her bow
 slash my neck.
I ooze
that terrible note
of the torn G-chord
Yet in that particular place,

she makes hails at me
like Pavarotti
because i am at peace.-
We are our music.