Life Is Not a Song

It would be good to find a rhythm But life is not a song. Days passing with a sigh Sketching bloodshot eyes for the Thousandth time Both ears welcome in all your Fears and my arms Unwrap from myself and absorb the world This is how I've saved your lives And for all of the thanks, it can't justify me Nobody there to pull me back when I try To break through to the other side Yet if all the dark was drowned out by the light Who's to say there'd be anything left of me? If I cry and collapse, is it me in command? Or maybe the illness devouring me Laughing caught in embrace with an intimate face Could just be the meds overpowering me Despite all my love and sympathy I'm the one who my world revolves round But the guilt even when I convert it to care Melts in my mouth so I can't make a sound So perhaps this is me, settled down into rhyme Given up on my turn for a saviour Trapped in distress in this mess for all time Punishment for my selfish behaviour.