Poetry

A Second

Written by Jacob Ibrag

A world filled with a variety of

noise, it all meshes and blends into a

drink that deafens the senses. Endless

questions fixed on instant gratification.

Not a single smile, except a thirst for extra.

Grab the headphones and eject from the

system. Can’t escape reality. Right now,

it doesn’t matter. This feeling so

fleeting. Musically refreshed,

if only for a second.


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