You made this, Octavarium.


Fluctuating mind

Digesting all this sound

What if I’m not really around ?

What could I have possibly found ?

This music so profound

Scintillating find

Not high on a mushie mound

Notes intricately wound

Beats I cannot count

My sanity I sometimes doubt

The present I cannot wind

Up like a cold bout

Song too loud

My brain just flew out

Into outer space, look out !

From the earth too round

Battles I will fight

Gather will my cloud

You won’t wear your shroud

I won’t wear my frown

And there won’t be a sound


Original work of Shruti Krishna, dated November 12th; 2012



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