A man asks himself
the question,
Why am I here?
Finding no answer,
he turns on music,
the blues.
He closes his eyes
allowing his mind it's flow,
he still has no answer, but
one thing he has found,
he is not alone.
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Music is a great healer. I prefer country music myself. Willie Nelson, George Strait, Don Williams...