The brain fires off its neurons
Like a war zone filled with cannons,
Just waiting to explode,
To send my body into action.
Fight or flight from all the violence,
But I have to sit in silence.
Building,
Broken string, my violin.
I wish I could replace these cannons
With the ones by Pachelbel,
But my instrument is broken
And the music cannot swell.
Raging, ruthless battlefield,
And I can't run away.
Help me find the melody,
When the music in me fades.
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