Note from the Author: I've been having this weird obsession with Beck lately, so I just had to write something for it, and when I'm bored and in need of ideas, I usually end up writing a poem. Well, that's the routine lately anyway...I did my best to write this though I've only ever seen and talked to people who've performed. I'm not very musical myself, hehe, so I could never be in this sort of situation, but I tried to write from the perspective of the one who's actually musically talented. If any of you who read this are indeed musically talented, please tell me if I was even close to doing anything justice!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Beck, no matter how much I may want to.


Without a word of warning

We're caught in the moment

In a single instant

Where the world of one hundred people

Turns to you

For five minutes

Five minutes

You may call it

Just a single melody

But to us- these bruises

These scars and these falls

All belong to a word

We call life

In a single five minutes

Five minutes

Where you need to move to breathe

And close your eyes to see

And feel the stress of lights

To know reality

In only five minutes

Five minutes

Walk down the empty city streets

We're taking the easy way in

To learn all there is to know

About the easy way out

The escape in five minutes

Five minutes

Standing on your throne

Looking down at your one hundred people

From a jump away

You've got five minutes

Five minutes

To take their breath away