There in the background is a soundtrack hum. <br />Cars past but the beat and the whispered lyrics remain. <br />No violins. <br />Just the song that's followed you your entire life. <br />You can't get it out of your head. <br />You can't remember the lyrics or the chords. <br />If you could only make it stop repeating you could end this movie and <br />fade to black. <br />White letters scrolling up, telling you who was in control. <br />Scrolling up and telling you who played your part.<br /><br />John Kipling Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hum-2/
