Had a dream last night. One of those where you watch yourself, Out-of-body type. Watched myself do things. Evil things. Things that any conscience would forbid. And I was hurting those who I care about most. However, the worst part of my dream Was not my actions. The worst part was watching helplessly, and knowing I am better than that!
What defines you? Is it one genre? One artist? One song? Or is it a mixtape? Do you pick the track to reflect your mood? Or do you select the song to make you feel something? How many times do you let it repeat? Can you move on when it's been overplayed? There comes a point were you must decide: Do you keep listening to what you are comfortable with? Or do you update your playlist?
He lies there in his thoughts. Watches helplessly as his Inspiration slips away. Terror engulfs him. His gut, wrenching. He wants to vomit. (As if that will make him feel better!) Things were about to change. The fantasy he knew plays in his mind. He must adapt if he wants to survive the real world.