Life

When did it become so difficult to predict? The next departure, the next movement, the harmony? Why is it that we go on about letting society tell us what to do? We all have the ability to compose our own masterpieces, Yet we worry if the world will like it. And so we write it to their likes. Why is it that when we think we've found the right notes, We're greeted with dissonance, And the discord of knowing that those two notes Will never make a melody? A wise friend once told me, "...don't write your music to what other people want Because, ultimately, you're the one that has to listen to it [for] the rest of your life And if you're happy, Then that's all that matters Dont' worry about the other silly fools And eventually, you'll find the right notes Don't worry about that now You'll find it."