Lie Down

I listen to much music, literally.  Running, cleaning, just sitting.  Up and at'em early this morning and I can't help but be inspired by new music.  Time passes, and I forget what tone does for my soul.  Restlessness creeps in, down time allows for enlightening poetry, and then POW I hear a new song and am reborn.  Refreshed and revived, rejoicing for reverb.  Why must this cycle ensue;  it's happened a thousand times before, and yet it is what allows for my growth.

Today I will lie in wait of inspiration, and decide which fork to follow.