The thing with streaming sites
Is that the whole music world is at your command
At your feet,
Or rather, at your fingertips:
Flowing out of tops like the memory of song comes on demand
Except for those agonising moments when you can’t remember
Which is great.
But the only defence of your own downloaded libraries
Is that every single piece on there
Is there of your own free will
And each song is really your own.
Shh, I know, I’ve been gone. I’ve been a terribly escapist vacationer. I’ve been home and I’ve been living the home life. The very home life. The doing absolutely nothing life. Allow me to sneak back into some semblance of normalcy. September is round the corner.