21st Century Futility

What is this feeling?
My mind going haywire.
The music resonates
And my brain vibrates.
A neon glow, a blurry haze.
Acquaintances drift around
Pretending to be normal.
Let us embrace the abstractness
And form a gyre
Which blows away houses.
Violence.
Love.
Melancholia.
I did not expect this.

Musings during jamming

Smoke rising
Guitar strumming
Bass pumping.
I can't but I must.
Beats on eardrum
Teardrop on plectrum
Fearless on my breath
Skin, Touch, Emotion
Makes me brighter.
Fearless on my breath.