Headphones+Poem

Headphones Once new, clean, exciting Loud and obnoxious, Are they a mere accessory? Or a place where you let go? Your own world; Like a human being, they get old, They stop working, there wires split; But until then you live a life, An adventurous place of musical notes Being anyone you want, A rockstar, A folk singer, Even a Greek parade dancer, Until you take them out, It’s your own land of adventure.