Music And Life In Confusing Poem by julian krone

Walking alone, down the streets
Don’t know what to do, perhaps make some beats.
So I run to my house, and grab my guitar.
Play some chords, and then a music bar
I miss something, I think it’s the beat
So my drums, take the lead.
We all play music in harmony.
So all the kids finally see me.

I feel very down, I took all the drugs.
Those things keep me high, but it actually sucks.
I need some protection, defence for my life
So I play music, and don’t grab a knife.
In heaven I will find my endless rest.
But here on earth, I am on my best.
From the lord, I’ve been send.
But I will rock on till the very end.

Made by myself