blinded by the skew

Your eyes got blinded by the skew, 

it took away your sticks, and replaced them with a certain tune that

you could not help but flail your arms to this music

Woke up in deep slumber, eyes wide you drew in my breath last, 

Fearing I'd not have more, you scrambled for a pair of lungs to give, 

But i said, there is none 

And so you 

go ahead and play, 

Hearing the beats of those sticks, 

Makes me feel a certain type of way