Village Idiot Publishing
(C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
THE DAY THAT LASTED AN HOUR
The harmony of music,
Who can know it's peace.
Who can find it's refuge,
When the mind is feeling bleak.
Some seek rage, and some seek subtlety,
And some just seek to unwind.
I find peace where peace is found,
In the rhythm that matches my heart.
Rhythm is the key,
To the pounding of the blood,
And the pulse that pumps the eyelids,
Full of tears.
But tears aren't always present,
When the mind, is at a drift,
And nothing seems to appease,
The inner man,
And music calms the spirit,
Of the beast,
That's what they say,
But who will admit, the beast still lives.
Inside us all, is an egg,
That hatches once a year.
But no one knows what restrains it,
Or where it hides.
But when the day arrives,
The eagle will surely fly,
And our sorrows will be silenced,
By our cheers.
Then music brings some rage,
And others a subtle haze,
While others drown their sorrows,
In their beer.
And that day will last for an hour,
Or until they'll all get drunk,
And then they'll all go back,
To being bored.