Truth

Don't ask; it popped into my head.

Music lives - that is the truth.
Words create worlds - I search them.
Together they are an entity - I am part of it.
Songs flow through my veins - my lifeblood.
I draw in words, let them out - my air.
Without them, I lack life-
I would be truly dead.
Maybe, I sometimes believe,
I already am.
People die, even with blood and air - music and words.
Life passes me by - I am in the world - never of it.
C'est la vie... that's life.
And that is the truth.