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