Rhythms Of My Soul

Can you hear that?

Hear my soul crying out for help.

Is it that you didn't hear it or didn't want to pay attention to it?

Wasn't it worth your time or too much to carry behind?

Why is my life so simple in structure yet complex in its metabolic behavior?

Why is it that my fingers aren't playing around the keyboard like what my mind desires?

Is it because my nerves are exhausted with this excruciating pain that has torn my heart apart?

Why is it so hard to force a smile?

Why is it so hard to fake for a while?

What is this called?

Am I depressed or distressed?

Why is there such a dilemma in this entire context?

I am too perplexed to think about what I feel.

Maybe it's because I am worried that I'll have a hard time figuring out between which is real and reel.

Why does this entire piece sing rhythms of melancholy?

I hope it doesn't lack synchrony.

Because one day I might find harmony.

And might write another piece that might reflect the tunes of optimism.

Till then, I'll fight through this darkness all alone.