The world is harsh
Life is tough
In the heat of the hustle
There’s always that longing
For some form of escape
From harsh realities
I turn to music
Music turns me
To my imaginations
And my imaginations
Turn me to myself
I reach deep inside
And awaken drowsy fantasies
Foretelling possibilities
That can grow into realities
Given the proper nurture
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