I can make my instrument sing,
But not as well as others can bring.
I feel as if I'm soaring above a crowd
Above the entire orchestra,
I can hear myself floating above everyone else.
But yet, there is one who soars higher than me.
I move with the sounds
But they move better
More naturally.
My pitches are in tune,
I can hear them over everything
Until theirs is overpowering mine
Lifting me from my seat
Into a place that is unknown.
My tones struggle to sound
But they falter away.
Like the ending of
Movements in a symphony.

If I want to change
Then I will do so myself
Without any help

So it's a new year
And I'm expected to change
But I do not care

I am on my own
No other situation
Makes me dependent

There's too much to do
It feels that I cannot do
But I can and will

Everyone changes
By making their own choices
Not for the new year

As soon as I heard you were enlisting
Shock.
You never struck me as the type
To completely change your plans.
Such a free spirit before,
Only to conform
Simply because you were afraid
Afraid of what you could have done.
Shock.
There was so much more I imagined you doing,
Playing for pleasure was always your living.
But now, you are to listen to a droning shout
As the entire world shuts you out.
Shock.
And I'm forced to sit here and act like it's okay,
That you're throwing your entire life away.
Perhaps I have a biased view
Maybe serving your country was what you were meant to do.
Shock.
And I'll let you go
To live life on your own
Although, I wish I would've known
How much you've helped me grow.