Tripping

There has to be,

Something I cannot see,

Beyond the picture

That lies before me,

At times, it’s kind of frightening

Filled full of unfamiliar sounds

But the story runs along.

The sound of music takes me for a ride.

Melodies touch my soul

And my heart is open wide.

Here I am, another hour.

Another minute hand

To push me down the line,

And the story runs along

By Pedro Vallejo a.k.a. “Page” - 2018