clap.clap.clap.

a rhythm. a beat.
bobbing feet hang off the couch.
and they belong to me.
i cannot resist a catchy tune,
even in the worst of moods.
in searching for a moment of calm,
i'll play my music, my world, my reality.
and eyes won't stay the way they've been.
lying awake, sitting asleep.
it's like it wasn't there at all.