Concerts

On a plane I fly

To have another exhilarating night

Surrounded by friends made in the blink of an eye

Nothing but music to continue the high

The hours spent in line

While you hear of new friends lives

Just seem to fly by

The classes you miss

Or when the anxiety hits

Are just distant memories

After the first note sounds

The music making your heart pound

And all your troubles slip into the ground

There’s a terrifying thrill to it

It’s like a drug you know that you never can quit

You’re constantly waiting to get the next hit

The fire dancing inside you making it impossible to sit

But it isn’t a bad thing

No, that’s where you’re wrong

It’s a drug that makes you sing

Knowing all the words to the song

It’s the breath caught in your lungs

As you watch the lights flash

A familiar pattern

You haven’t seen since the last

Time seems to stand still

As the tension just builds

But then the final opening light shines

And whilst blind you start to shake from the thrill

The stage comes alive and cuts all of the tension

The screams all drown out any pain aforementioned

And the music consumes your whole body with fire

And time slips away through a night all would desire

As they sing their last note

And you scream with rough throats

A weird sensation occurs as your body just floats

Consumed by the magic select few had just witnessed

It ends in a snap with confusing quickness

And while sad that you know that this moment did end

You know that another will quite quickly begin

You may not know where the next adventure will take you

But it’s bound to start soon so hurry up your plane leaves at next noon

You never quite thought

Those people you sought

To make the world feel like home

Would be met through a phone

And the emptiness inside

You were dying to hide

Could quickly be filled

By the panicking thrill

Of a girl running straight at you

As you both dance with laughter

And tackle each other to the ground

Because you finally have found

A friend who feels safe and sound

While you’re both 3,000 miles away from your respective homes

It’s the moments like this that make your life living

Not the jobs, cars, or house that make life so fulfilling

It’s the anxious desire to make it to the next show

Whether you have the money for it or not, hell who knows?

But that’s part of the fun of this life you’ve acquired

Stuck in a city with no way home and you’re tired

But deliriously buzzed from a show that got you wired

It seems fairly crazy to make yourself a token in the game

But you have to be slightly insane to keep up on this plane

It’s not for the faint of heart to keep up with it all

The attire, the hunger, the lines, the sweat, and the falls

But the feel of the barricade pushed up on your side

While bone-crushing, still makes you feel wildly alive