The Sound of Insanity

A whirl back into the place of unforgiving distress folds out in a way only the rhythm of the night could play. Not that the lonely tune doesn't follow in the shadows of day, but the song of a disconnected heart is crystal early ante meridian.
Here I am once again at the beginning of another day, wondering where I am, who I am, what I'm doing, with pulsing notes streaming through my headphones encouraging my altering state of mind. The chemical reactions between mind and music stir my heart into a frenzy of aching discontent.
The solitude, the music, or most likely the combination.. I crave this horrible sensation all the more, like I've finally waken up.
Is it true?
Each day when the sun spills it's burning glare over the horizon, does my heart stop yearning, does my mind stop dreaming?
I begin my smiling act, socializing, fitting in. But with the music, with the night, i remember who i am and shame to how i live my days. And question all again. Who, what, where.. and indefinitely why.
Why.
I don't know.
Processing, pondering, struggling with all efforts to find reason.. yet day breaks too soon, and once again I'm lost in a pattern of facades and stereotypes.
The repeated track plays, and I know the chorus by heart.