In-sanity

Written January 12th, 2013

Insanity.
A scratched CD.
A word used to describe when life plays on repeat.
I thought I’d try changing the song a few times but the more I try the bigger the scratches become on me.
Insanity.
I’ve become weary of these songs. 
I’ve been singing the same melodies, hoping to find some lost value.
It’s not quite platinum and it’s definitely not gold.
But the fact that others have joined in on the beat, hitting repeat, leaving more scratches on me…
Makes me want to go back to an unopened case.
It’s hard, since their songs seem to dance in unison with this…
Insanity.
Like putting in a blank CD with no title, hoping to find the sweet melodies of a love song.
And all you hear is the blues.
So you change the track hoping to hear something new.
You shouldn’t have to change the beat, again.
As the intro looks nice but the song ends up being the same…
Insanity.
Give the ear a melody it can dance to and stop waiting for it to change the pace.
I left this track on repeat for so long because it’s the only tune that feels safe.
It’s getting old.
The words.
Not matching the rhythm.
Melodies singing a different song.
New songs.
Songs slightly off beat.
Attracting a crowd.
Some composers I’d rather not speak on.
Notes compiled together in a complex rhythmic tone.
It’s hard to read.
But I’m managing to dance along.
You never stand alone,
To just listen,
To the beat.
Of my heart.
I fight alone.
for my…
sanity.