Rocking in my chair,
It creeks with age,
I close my eyes,
And clear my mind,
Like an eraser on a black board.

I slip a CD in my walkman,
And sway like the motion on the ocean,
I soon slip away into my own world,
I hear the drowning sound of the lead singer's voice.

His lyrics are like smoke wrapping around your head,
The words linger in your brain,
And make you think,
You feel as if the poetic words,
Relate to you in some weird way.
 
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