"mind under matter"

      
       
       
       
    there's a place; a place where the mind goes; it knows; how an orchestra performing shows, may sound like the gateway to harmony though-        
       
       
       
      it's nothing more than an instrumental meeting, composed;      
performing shows; the sound deceives the mind to believe that there's no such thing as socialpathic themes that test an inner being;  
       
       
  individually; tune ups each needs; though the violin couldn't sound more unique, apart from the string family; need for validation proceeds-      
       
       
  amongst the instrumental meeting of the sounds of our "dreams"; outwardly they couldn't create sound more successfully; agree to disagree played on repeat;      
       
       
  it's interesting to watch on tv; it provokes one's psyche-yet is  a harsh "reality"; the tune of each voice comes collectively through obligation to power the dysfunctional house