I travel when I listen to music.
Far off worlds with Sleeping Suns and fields of paper flowers.
I watch an Imaginary Black Parade
in Otherlands where I have A Place For My Head.
Away from Strangers and far Distant Memories.
The Wolves cannot find me here. Though,
I can hear them.
Forty Six & 2 calling.
In the End, The Longing I have to Runaway
From reality is All Around Me.
In silence, I Carry On.
Stay a Prisoner of Society.
Faded.
But, with music, I experience Wanderlust,
Delirium, a Grand Parade, a World of Stone.
I’m In My Zone.
About the Creator
R.O.A.R.
High school English teacher who enjoys writing as a hobby. I do hope to get published one day, but for now I'm just having fun and hoping to learn some new tricks.
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