Pandora’s Box

It’s hard to feel better,
when every song sounds the same.
They’re all about love.
And in all I hear her name.
Melodies of yesterdays,
now static in my mind.
Harmony found muted,
only silence now to find.
Tomorrows skip forward,
tonal change taps away.
But the beat must go on,
tuning out on Saturday.



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