Cocooned

To all music morons Glued to their earphones The look-alike clones Sunk in the dune of tunes In the crowded buses In public places With drooping eyes like a yogi Cracking heads and bursting ears Thinking it the only escape Salvation’s gateway Balm for boredom Pleasure’s pinnacle, Don’t just fritter away The one chance to be here For a brief while And leave with a blind existence And a blasted hearing, And before it’s late Redraw your fate Take off the headset Open the yogic eyes And in the yogi’s spirit Give the world a good look Recreate in her beauties Make her melody your pastime Her rhythm your heart’s rhyme, So you don’t regret When your time comes along That you never could tell a bird from her song!