Dreaming of another day.

Tarry not! For the note's float and lead to melodic ends.The guitar strings, the bass vibrations, the sharp percussion, and the voice are all in discussion. Towards ends of deceiving, some to believing. All work for the audience to receive a reprieve. For  emotions cloud and doubt till you want to scream and shout. But when the beat rolls over your over tired mind, you begin to divine a better place and time. Somewhere you escape the feel of the every day and the raw deal. In life there is always good, but sometimes reminder to wind back the timer, on a bomb we all carry thats waiting to explode. No one lives for reality, though some seek clarity. Just wanting assurances that the ends justify the means. I guess that is what they mean, when they tell me to come down out of the clouds. But sometimes I would rather them not shout so loud so I could stay. I'm still listening to the music and dreaming of another day.