She can unwind, hasslefree, but those songs
How she wishes to be selectively deaf
To tune out the barrage of insolent lyrics
She inhales deep, for momentary numbness
As if to barricade, albeit partially, and party
She is in parley, between taste and distaste
But the music, oh lord, the choices of folks
How do I know them, she introspects
Then reflects on her unrelenting candor
Drifitng into sleep, one eye at a time
In a state of semi-trust, amomgst trustworthy
Marred in paradoxes, yet it is an escape
A way to evade and rest, a way of calm
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