Spector
Numbers take up so much space,
all the space within my mind.
All else has to take it's place
at the proper time.
But everytime it hones in view
I lose my current focus,
forgetting all the things I knew:
pushed out of my solace.
Words can take up all the space,
most of which aren't mine,
Cluttering around my face:
sputtering a rhyme.
But when I see it coming near
my words all turn to lies:
shouting boasts for it to hear
when it hits my eyes.
Music swallows up my soul,
puts me in another time,
leaves me with an empty hole:
I've lost something of mine.
And when I see it once again,
it swallows up my sight;
I go completely blind and then
I cannot find the light.
all the space within my mind.
All else has to take it's place
at the proper time.
But everytime it hones in view
I lose my current focus,
forgetting all the things I knew:
pushed out of my solace.
Words can take up all the space,
most of which aren't mine,
Cluttering around my face:
sputtering a rhyme.
But when I see it coming near
my words all turn to lies:
shouting boasts for it to hear
when it hits my eyes.
Music swallows up my soul,
puts me in another time,
leaves me with an empty hole:
I've lost something of mine.
And when I see it once again,
it swallows up my sight;
I go completely blind and then
I cannot find the light.
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