Music

There in the wastes comes music, singing Such contrast, a backing track to real life Like some Hollywood film, unreal, constructed Gathered souls in green clothes passing through streets Boots treading soil of foreign lands It courses through, in another context you would maybe dance Lead by the rhythm, cadences, but for now you must decline Retain a vigilance, sternness, resolve, distance Such a shame not to partake, to enjoy, to enjoin If only for a moment to forget, to wish peace, serenity These simple two words we often take for granted So, forged by another’s play we ignore this gift and tread on Doing our thing, while they do theirs Like ships in the night we slip past each other, lives, cultures Worlds apart our sails furled different winds but with perhaps a grateful moment of collision I so wanted to forgo these trappings, to embrace, to enfold But never to be, never meant, never done This golden chance lost in time, in life But I still to this day I have the music in my head