Playlists

They say life can be a song,
but no, it’s not.
Life is a playlist of songs.
Yes, it is.
 
Sad and angry notes,
to crying and screaming "why",
or with the beats
like you were in a marching band.
 
It can be lean-back happy,
or sure, you wanna dance.
Lifts you up,
pumps you up.
 
Lets you be you,
closed fist held high,
strumming all throughout,
just come to play.
 
After all the noise,
in slow motion,
the golden echoes
this is what it feels like.

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