like the stereos

in the bedrooms of

unknown teenagers

hearts beat

rhythmically

to the songs

that hum along side them

each singing a different tune

each playing a different song

silently but so loud

at the same time

Like a the sting

instruments

the thoughts in their minds

come in many different tunes

many different shapes

and sizes

looks and colors

all playing a different tune

all playing a different song

Like the jazz that fills

the cafe where she works

people swiftly come

and can go

like they weren't there

or they can go

like a sudden stop of a song

loud, then all so quiet at the same time

like the drums that

play in the marching band

kids get instructed to be a certain way

to march to the beat

of everyone around them

even though they want the opposite

they know that they are the foundation

of everyone around them

and when the foundation

gets out of beat

everything crumbles

to the ground

like the cars

on the road

with their windows down

and their music way too loud

we don't know where we are going

we don't know why

we are going for this trip

we were just placed on the road

with the name of life

so we blare our music

take in the sights

and drive

we drive and drive

and pick up people along the way

all with a different taste of music

so the playlists are made

and we just sing along to each song

like we don't care about tomorrow

because like music

we go on

we tell stories,

without saying a word

we start and end

faster then you would like

so we keep putting the song on replay

trying to live with each note

each bar

each beat

we dance to the music of life

and even though we cannot choose the songs

that play on the radio

we can write the songs

that make out life great

we can change the station

we can buy more music

we can choose the songs to live by

because we are not a broken record

we were told we were and so we never tried to change it

play the music

how you like it