When we finally realize
that we’ve been given a life
-but for a long time
Lived it on another’s term
in another’s way
obligating our way to heaven
which never came anyway
Someday we realize
It’s all been a rhyme
we couldn’t wrap our beat around.
It seemed so trite and pointless,
rhyming words for no reason
just because they sounded the same
and looked similar
When we finally realize
ours doesn’t have to rhyme
nor does it have to have seams,
zippers, buttons, clasps and ties
to keep us all together
in seemingly one piece
I am not that.
But, I didn’t know it.
I didn’t know
that what really mattered to me
only mattered to me.
So I tried to make what mattered
stretch to other matters
Expand to matter to others.
When we finally realize
that some music
can only be heard by the one
playing it inside,
sometimes silently, sometimes loudly,
inside or outside,
it was only heard by the one.
When we finally realize
what matters
may only matter to us.