There was a time, not long ago,
I put on music, night and day;
It was as if I didn’t know
How else to set life on its way.

And so I listened, day and night,
To ones who sang of this and that,
And did so with such sheer delight
I thought I knew where life was at.

But then I came to realise
The feelings that I felt weren’t mine –
Like looking through another’s eyes
Or drinking someone else’s wine.

So, now the discs stay on the shelf,
I get acquainted with myself.

Photo by Eran Menashri on Unsplash

In the interest of fairness, the flip
side of the sentiment expressed in
the foregoing can be found here.

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