Everything is the same,
The vista, the persona,
Albeit, some new, and some missing,
Whenever I return,
From my race for life.
Everything is but a warp, 127 more words
“Words are spells. The words we say are tied to the storehouse called emotion. The music we listen to creates our personalities. Like wildfire, the ideas launched through the power of sound will spread to everyone who accepts the conjuring of the emotional tone of the song. 744 more words