Turn on the radio, with the twist of a key.
There’s something about the destiny, the perfect timing of a song, playing just for you.
The universe, or whatever you believe, speaks to you, only you, inside those three minutes.
The feeling being so singular.
An exhilarating tingle lights up your soul.
As it pours out your eyes, You sing the words out loud in a pitch scolded by music teachers.
You don’t care, you feel something larger than yourself moving through your body.
In those seconds you experience everything, your world is circling around you, a clarity felt so rare.
A song meant for you, the perfect timing.
DoRee MelNic 