On Key (70/365)

It’s freaky when you tune your mind
To the frequency of the Milky Way
All the lyrics sound the same
No matter what the station
All the books read alike
No matter who the author

Every shared revelation
Makes perfect, boring sense

It gets so easy to tell
When someone is out of tune
All you hear is the dissonance
The words no longer matter
The challenge then is twofold:
To believe in their future
And to hear your own dischord