I take the pulse of my body
today
he feels weary
from walking the streets of a city
he feels sour
from the asphalt
and all the hard surfaces there
sweaty he feels
from squeezing into subway cars
from standing around waiting
and from the hot long ride in the bus
he feels feverish
i take the pulse of the world
and she is weary
of humanity’s struggle with itself
of people’s ignorance
to consider the greater good of it all
tired she feels of our endless wars
and quarrels
of nation against nation
and party against party
and man against woman
and everyone – it seems
against her
and she feels angry
about being exploited
and used and contaminated
and destroyed all over
it feels like
she is ready
to hit back
anytime
soon
I tell you now, those headphones they save my life
they pump the joy into my ears
they make me remember the sweetness of existence
the lightness of being
the music …
i let her carry me away
my soul flies
i know where i want to be