strum one, strum two, strum three, and four. someones knocking on my door. the quiet noise of the world outside, demanding something I cannot hide, but I hold my breath and press a chord, can i find a peace I can afford? five and six and seven and eight, let the knocking people wait. nine and ten a hollow pause, I refuse to serve their restless cause. eleven, twelve, the rhythm breaks, I owe only what my music makes.
okayyy so I was playing my guitar trying to work on an upcoming song I'm hoping to release soon, and I had an urge to write. I thought it would be lyrics, but out came this lol. lmk what you think it means. a draft I didn't use: nine and ten, the steel strings bleed, drowning out the hands of greed. a sudden hush, the footsteps fade, left alone with what I’ve made. one last strike into the dark — a quiet room, a hollow spark.
