Music of the soul

Something I'd written back in 2005. Just updated it with a few more lines and figured i'd post it.


whoever said there was something to fear,
whoever said that the end was near

whoever said that there was something to fight,
the monotony of life that's become my plight

i can feel the rhythm, the sound of the procession,
the lyrics of my thoughts, the tune of my expression

the orchestra plays on, the conductor my mind,
the trumpets of my aims, the passion strumming behind

i try to suppress it, to lower its sound,
to surround it with the walls with which I'm bound

to mute these voices, to drown the claps,
its all just a dream, just a memory lapse

reality strikes, with new miseries to be met,
the show is over, the audience just left

but in all this darkness the music persists,
as if to reinforce that my faith still exists

it hums on hoping endlessly for a win,
in this eternal battle, this competition within