As your minds are drawn in, you appear to forget large chunks of the world around you, you press me for my art and you hound the media you can find for such a simple thing as a drop, or the bass that only makes up such small portions of the story therein.

You've stopped listening a long long time ago, and no longer does the audio from ones soul have weight to you, no no, you're after such a simple thing as that which you find in a thousand other copies. You can't possibly hear the tales from my music, nor any other, nor the worlds that lie just beyond.

Because you have let yourself become consumed by that which is easy, a great storyteller uses everything he can to craft beauty, and yet what you seem so keen on is less the story, and more the noise, how unfortunate it must be to miss out on so much.

Enjoy~