The songs spin me in my mood, 
Dancing tunes around my head. 
Keeping me here, they allude
To the road travelling ahead. 

My mood shifts along,
With each new song. 
Lyrics burned into  my heart, 
Music painted like fine art. 

The dance of moods, 
The songs of sirens. 
Till the song concludes,
I am in my environs. 

The music dies, 
The songs collapse.
I look to the skies,
And, maybe...just perhaps.

The End

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