The Perfect Song

So beautiful it’s utterly flawless in its existence,
Something that can only be achieved with persistence,
Nothing to be added not a single beat or line,
Everything’s in order working in exact time,
It seems to so perfectly make your ears orgasm,
Along with uncontrollable muscle spasms,
The music takes control inside of your head,
And paves a new path on which you are led,
It makes you feel like you’ve never felt before,
Like a shock of electric right down to your core,
But as soon as you regain control,
The song releases its grasp on your mortal soul,
It’s over and with it the moment seems to die,
Along with your previous state of being high,
Never again could you be so fulfilled,
Because the track faded out and the moment was killed,
But you’ll never forget the way it made you feel,
Cause no matter how short everything was real,
That’s the beauty of music it’s the only real thing there is,
And it’s never defined by race or class or hers or his,
Its just it and its just there and who you are it doesn’t care,
When you’re alone you’ll always know that music’s everywhere.