My Symphony

"You're wasting time, sweetheart."

And I say,

"Wasting my time on what you think?"

My head is buried in work so deep

I always knew it'd come to this

Land of opportunity and financial bliss?

However, this image failed me well

And the reality hit so hard I fell

Into a deep, dark state of fear

Holding my breath if hope is near

I cannot starve myself for this

The life I've wanted and somehow missed

I'm back again where I started from

Caught in the rat race lacking the fun

Of a symphony or the perfect chord

In my ear instead I hear the horror

Of a career that I never planned to be in

It pays my bills and provides some linen

On my aching back and throbbing hands

I wish I could sink into the sand

Of the beach that lies on the PCH

And the tasteful sounds that guitars make

By handsome fellas who can sing a tune

And inspire me to leave this room

Through a door that's always slightly closed

To a better life that I always chose

In my dreams, but not reality

The one who holds fault perhaps is me

I long to be outside that door

And embark on a multi-city tour

Around the world and across the plains

Where my truest fans will shout my name

One day I will be holding the mic

And tickling ivories under a giant spotlight

"I told you I could do it," one day I'll say

The day has come for me to play

That magnificent instrument of black and white

And the songs that I constantly pen and write

The humdrum is over, no work just play

You will hear my symphony and voice one day