In the silence of my mind, a single line invades,
a lyric looping endlessly, a melody that never fades.
Not the whole song, just fragments on a loop,
echoing in the corridors where my thoughts regroup.
It gets louder with each beat of my stressed heart,
a soundtrack unsolicited, that never departs.
I turn up other tunes, trying to drown it out,
filling the air with songs, yet filled with doubt.
But this stubborn refrain holds its ground,
a lyrical ghost, in its chains I am bound.
Amid the noise of the world and the chaos within,
that one line plays on, a relentless din.
Stuck on repeat, this line haunts my days,
a mental chorus that never strays.
Louder when life twists, turns, and tilts,
embedded in the fabric of the guilt I’ve built.
No other melody can set me free,
this one line a prison, do you see?
I’ve searched through playlists, through every song I know,
seeking an escape, a place for this to go.
Yet nothing shakes this repetitive chain,
in the melody’s grip, I remain.
So here I stand, with this echo in my head,
a line from a song that fills me with dread.
Hoping for silence, for a break in the sound,
in this loop, I’m lost, forever bound.