Once I swam around in a pool of music I lay on my back listening to Achtung Baby on repeat on my brother's Discman, dreaming about what would become of my life. Once I knew every melody of Wyclef Jean's Quantanamera and my hips swayed and rolled to the beat of this tune. I knew every rap, r&b, and hip-hop song released each year and spent my time learning each part to each song. Once I spent my evening hours choreographing dances pretending to be a principal dancer. Downloading every new house song. Once music fed my body. I only craved to be alone so I could dance. I didn't need television. I didn't need anyone else, Just my big black boom box and my mother's basement. Where did it go? Where did it go? Thank you Mr. Silverstein for inspiring today's poem!