Radiohead

The music in my head
tells me what color to make my life.
I walk through the hall of blue
and watch the red accents flash,
as they walk alongside me.

The music in my head
tells me how fast to take my life.
I walk down the hall slowly
and watch the somber blurs,
grimly dashing to their duties.

The music in my head
tells me what to hear in my life.
I walk down the hall of chaos
and listen to the sweet jazz,
enticing me with their mellow harmonies.

The music in my head
writes my life into song
that never repeats,
but always resolves.