I envy you.
But don't give in, its still quite too soon!
To sit in a sound-proof room...
Is liberating,
Yet no music escapes,
So your feelings are trapped and your person won't break,
But your meaning is sapped and you tend to serve the purpose of a repeating tape.
No one will know you.
And when you start collecting and sifting through the chips on your shoulder
And hoisting the monkey off of your back,
There will be no one to throw to.
Whether this matters is a matter of preference,
For a lesson can be found in your isolation,
But ignorance of this fact can possibly render you inept.
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