City streets sing their daily tune
The same ones I hear every afternoon.
Pacing each familiar step that I walk
I listen to the conversations I hear people talk
Exchanging pleasantries to pass the day
A sparkless chat before they’re back on their way.
Thoughts run through my head as I pick up the pace,
“I guess there’s no in-between to apathy and rat race.”
Yet, I know each stranger I pass bears a passion
A dream to live a new life they yearn to fashion
Big or small, it doesn’t matter which way
All I know is that what I hold seems too hard to say.
I keep it locked tight; no one knows how I feel
And if they ask me, “How are you?”
Faking a smile is far easier than explaining what’s real
Truth be told, being a person like me is confusing
One minute, I’m content
and the next, I feel like I’m losing.
Happiness floats into my life and then, once again, it goes cruising.
I’ve hit a brick wall
I’ve met a dead-end
The song has stopped singing
And so we meet again:
Fear that this is all I’m worth.
Fear that this is all there is.
I just want to believe that there’s more to life than this.
For the beat of the doldrums is not one I wish to hear
My love is for a bigger world, one outside of here
So take me to the music where all the notes leap free
A place where my heartbeat can finally play its symphony
There I’ll be happy. There life is sweet.
Oh, how I long to dance in that street!
…But, that place is not here.
That day is not now.
One day though, I will be there
Someday, someway, somehow…