Headphones

You've been listening for hours

Fingers dancing right along 

I can tell you're lost in the music

clearly carried away in the song

Is it intentional?

Did you mean to block us out?

Are they transitional? 

Maybe a mechanism of self-help?

I almost missed it

The loneliness in your eyes

You're using them as armor

Your protection and disguise

You can't take them off, can you?

They're drowning the things that shout

The music can't take it all away 

But it seems to quell the doubt

Is it the rifts, the rhythms, the melodys?

That makes them your safespace

Or is it just sound in general?

That makes you feel less misplaced

I hope one day you won't need them

Hope you'll be able to exist on your own

You'll no longer feel lost here

and your truth is finally shown