For the CD.

Grooves,
on the Vellum Record.
Static,
on the Cassette Tape.
Skips,
on the CD.
Life,
a big Circular Downward spiral.
With Grooves like Ruts,
and Static like Misunderstandings.
But no Skips.

Got to live it
All Out,
Got to work
Through It,
Got to Jump to
The Beat.
Move through the Melody,
Sing all the Harmonies.

Color the World,
Color it Sad,
Color it Happy,
Color it with Sound.

Got to Make my
Own Music.

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I'm not sure what brought on the inspiration for this one. But I'm always coming up with little Life analogies. In this case, Life is like a Cd. The inspiration for the title of this work was influenced by a friend of mine. I'm always saying "For the Record.." whenever I have an important point to make, and she always replies, "We live in modern times, Deana. It's for the Cd, not the record." God bless her and her randomness.