Rhythm

I tried to hold on to this high for as long as I could

I always try to make it stay

But the world is governed by natural law

And my will is only part of the play

Bound by rhythm

And why should it be any different

How vain would I have to be

To only seek pleasure and avoid misery

To reach for fruit

Without watering the roots of my tree

So as the wave begins to crash

And the crown slips from my head

There’s no one around to catch me

As I collapse into dread

My beautiful mind

Now conjuring narratives

About wrong and right

Black and white

Who the fuck am I?

Grasping at validation outside of me

Feeling my ship lost at sea

As I lose my grip on pride

I finally go inside

Just in time

To hear the whispers of my ancestors

Telling me not to fight

To go quietly into the night

And to know that the forces governing the tree, are the same ones governing the sea,

are the same ones governing me

So as the wave goes through it’s phases

I don’t have to take it personally

It’s only chemistry

It’s only a matter of entropy

The unavailability

Of energy

The rose that’s in full bloom

Sits next to the one in wilt

We are no different

Walking around somewhere between

Glory and guilt

But we can always find comfort in the rhythm

The inevitability of change

Knowing the beauty of the symphony

Is equivalent to its range

And just as the seasons take the weather

No feeling stays forever

So I stay praying for the courage to speak truth

Instead of saying something clever