Sometimes I forget that life is not supposed to have a soundtrack.

I go about my day with a tune in my mind.

It can take all I have to even just turn down the volume.

Diving through my head like a lost songbird.

Easier to make it use a different sound than silence completely.

The jingle can hit like a drug.

***

The sunlight on a pretty spring day.

Freed from task and responsibility.

The not so little voice reminding you that it is a good day.

You have felt it before have you not?

The vibe of life that feels so good.

Where you are never forced to try and fake it.

***

Silence feels strange in the hours after.

Like shadows after the golden hour.

Unplugged from what you had before.

So there is no need to get annoyed at the repeating jingle.

Those repeating lines inside like an uncontrolled echo.

As long as you have them, they are yours.