Invertigo

There is that constriction again.
Its something I can’t identify,
But it seems to bring me,
Higher than high…
Love is…
Just that,
Something I can’t identify.
He is in me,
Even when I don’t know wrong to right.
If the message is good,
But the words are testy,
And the voice is clear,
But the reception is risky,
What do I do?
Its music,
And I love it.
Its Him,
And I love Him.
He created music,
But people abuse it.
Is this abuse of the tune?
Or something misunderstood?
I owe my life to three things.
Friends,
Music,
And Him.
This is how I learn.
This is how I want to save people.
To save a life,
If the message is good,
But the words are testy,
And the voice is clear,
But the reception is risky…
Tuning in the radio,
Can I get lost in the stereo?
A version of interpretation,
Him and music, my land of Invertigo.