Stranded songs youve sung
Seduce the ear
Brings the soul solace
Could my solitude suffice?
It knows the tremor you bring
Apprehension builds
He knows he remains reliable
But he wants not to be cast aside
He noticed the records catching dust
As CDs glimmered into the abode
And he noticed how the dust was blown
As CDs grew old
But this is not a mere media
This is one true threat
Which can find its master
functionally drunk in mists of longing
Or writhing in pain broken sobriety
Worries not of growing obsolete
Or barely utilized
But worries what will become his master
As he journeys through the eyes