When the world is curdled

And I get hurled

Into mire I can't get out of

I reach for your music

I put that record on

When it starts spinning

The world outside

Ceases to exist

For a moment in time

Time exists only with

Rhythm and rhyme

Makes sense outside

The reality of life

Carry me on the back

Of music every day

To stop the waves

From crashing me

Into the walls of reality

A mind flux

Washing away

The mindless

Flow of detritus

Lead me to another world

Sanctified

Rarified

Steeped in musical tradition

So that I can make

This transition

Between Now and Then...