2011 - Day 226

In an epic span of three
Sun sat as many times,
Melted ice cream cones
My mind a mellow fire.
Sound reverberation
I wandered to the beat,
A mixed creation all around
New life came to my feet.
When it was all said and done
I sat and stared in silence,
But beneath the subtle breaths of life
Gave way to musical violence.
Too concentrate cannot be done
Not when you've seen where I've come from
The crowds did hum and the bands did strum
I want to be back where it begun
My mind is full,
My mind is numb,
Worth everything and more
Then some.