This has such an immovable rhythm to it...to me, it feels like a lot of defiance with a tiny sparkle of possibility. The situation doesn't make much sense to me, but I'm totally digging the billowing wooden teenage angst flavor of it all and the way the words sound strung together.

I like! Kudos! ^^

Would this be the guava juice poem? Perhaps I would have taken the "drink" more ominously had I not known that the libation I was taking to be alcoholic was, in fact, fruity and delicious! Guava juice makes everything better. My favorite lines, just because I'm on a piano kick: "the piano in the room downstairs/ has remained soundless for years"-- nice iambic pentameter going on in there. :) Hope you and your piano worked it out.`~bella~`