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I don’t drink.
I think about drinking some times.
I think about disappearing into the city,
Into the night.
Into a rock and roll song.
The music.
The crowd.
The passion.
Sparks.
I’ve been lost.
I’ve been a fool.
But the music,
Is me.
And
I am the music.
Like a map,
Back to myself.
A pawn shop guitar man,
But a guitar man none the less.
Turn up the guitar.
Make it loud.
Connections
Lit up.
Me.
You.
Everybody.
Together.
Sometimes I forget myself.
Who I am.
Where I’ve been.
But in the moment.
Flick the switch.
The amps hum.
Fret Buzz.
Count it off.
1, 2, 3, 4.
I close my eyes,
And I’m flying,
I am alive.
© Paul Andrew Sneddon
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