Odd Notes

I am leaving the
Odd notes behind
Jumping from
One chord to another
Collecting the shards of
The existence
That is out of tune
Completely
Sans Rhythm
Sans music
Have I turned into a Snail?
Creeping in the forgotten
Alley of the time
Trying to move back into the shell
Wait!
But Snails
Don’t follow musical notes
Snails don’t cry
It seems to be the high time
That I start behaving like a snail
Properly
I must stop
Reveling in the spell
Of the exotic, virgin melodies
That can pour colour in my veins.