Turns

Poetry spoke, at first. He called out to me from the midst of so many. I guess he wore his rainbow colours just for me today. Listening to him, I am. Watching him, I am. Take him in, I did. He took me to a corner and made me feel like I was the only one there, yet another among a million others. Uncanny. Poetry; he and I had a conversation, some of which I shared with you just a while back- he with his verses and my associations, mine with my eyes and silence.

And then music came along with a mirror and there they were - my thoughts right there, written on the mirror for me to read and listen to. This is from one of my favourite trance numbers I chanced upon quite accidentally today, in the form of a different mash-up.

On A Metropolis Day - OceanLab vs. Gareth Emery

Little bit lost and...
A little bit lonely
Little bit cold here
A little bit feared

But I hold on
And I
Feel strong
And I
Know that I can.

Getting used to it
Lit the fuse to it
Like to know who I am

Been talking to myself forever, yeah
And how I wish I knew me better, yeah
Still sitting on a shelf and never
Never seen the sun shine brighter
And it feels like me
On a good day

And it feels like me
On a good day

I'm a little bit hemmed in
A little bit isolated
A little bit hopeful
A little bit cold

But I hold on
And I
Feel strong
And I
Know that I can

Getting used to it
Lit the fuse to it
Like to know who I am

Been talking to myself forever, yeah
And how I wish I knew me better, yeah
Still sitting on a shelf and never
Never seen the sun shine brighter...

And it feels like me
On a good day

Been talking to myself forever, yeah
And how I wish I knew me better, yeah
Still sitting on a shelf and never
Never seen the sun shine brighter
And it feels like me
On a good day

Here's the track for those of you who would like to give it a listen.

Turn it up, live it and give this track its due.