Music Of My Own Senses

My Own World

I grow deaf as innocence

Fills my polluted heart.

Music of my own sense

Begins to play its part.


It works in a different form

This world, as I now look.

Like completely off

A whole new book.


Mute opinions. Mute reviews.

Mute systems. Mute abuse.

Into this world I diffuse

It has beauties that only I choose.


Music of my own senses,

Plays to me a different tune.

And the elements of my world

They dance to this very tune.


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