Untitled, by Taylor Young

My iPod is my 8 ball,

Shuffled songs dictate morning emotions,

On the walk to school I listen to

pleasing soliloquies:

Beautiful voices do the thinking for me.

On the walk to school I listen,

Blank faced and submissive,

A walk to school is forgettable.

Opinions brew throughout the day.

Earbuds in on the walk home,

no solos on.

I let my own soundtrack play: though

through less tangible wiring.

-Taylor Young