We Could Look At Your Itunes?

Poem By Michael Norton

This is how I feel when the rain begins to fall
This is how the world looks out of a plastic cup
I found on the sidewalk one day
Picking it up I throw it away
But before I did I wrote a little note on the brim
Asking it where it had been

So, this is how its feels to shiver in the heat
This is how it feels to think myself to sleep
This is how it feels to doubt everything you think
This is how it feels to daydream when I blink

Continuing on my sidewalk stroll
I see a note taped to a poll
I pull it down to see what it is all about
Bands I’ve never heard of jumped up,
At my eyes they were a place I’ve never heard of
But I was quite surprised
Because I wanted to know more about it
I wanted to know how it felt to really feel
For something that I didn’t need to change for

So, this is how its feels to shiver in the heat
This is how it feels to think myself to sleep
This is how it feels to doubt everything you think
This is how it feels to daydream when I blink

I looked up at the freckled sky
I liked how it looked behind my glasses
I made my way to the place where the music played
New and fun and so easy to listen to
I never knew that it could even exist
All this time I though I was alone

So, this is how its feels to shiver in the heat
This is how it feels to think myself to sleep
This is how it feels to doubt everything you think
This is how it feels to daydream when I blink

I closed my eyes to feel the warmth
I opened them to stay awake another hour or two
I just needed to know that the music was real
That it really was there that it really was real
I needed to make sure the music was real
And it was.
It was real.

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