BABBLING BROOK
Babbling brook forever running
Like the music always streaming through my brain
Most days gently whispering
A sweet love song, a concerto
Against the whistling wind
And the sighing leaves
Other days angrily racing
Frothing against the its banks
A screaming guitar solo, full of feedback
A drum solo pounding
A beat that threatens my safety
And sanity
Choked in winter
By the cold ice
Roasted in summer
By an unforgiving sun
Straggling along
Struggling with the effort
But the day arrives
And suddenly you break free
Triumphant in casting away
Chains that tried to bind you
As your music returns
Streaming through my brain
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