An overcast day

Everyone else is wearing tube tops
Or shortshorts and no socks
But to me the hemisphere
is cloudy, not clear
and the grey mist hides the sun
as soon as the music's begun.
It fills my head and blocks out the noise
of chattering ghosts and mumbling boys
Sometimes it's a little too strong
and I can't stop the song
It resonates my sympathetic strings
The only force which makes me sing
Or when the beat's too true
I dance and wear my slippers through
And why the music which controls
Every good bridge has its tolls
To escape the false glamour of reality
I listen to true sound under lyric levity
And I see beyond simple overcast days
I see through the "real Life" haze
To something more precious than
Anything created by  a man.