Lived quite a life
No expectations
Happiness is overrated
Joy is needed, but where is it
He would battle life
in ways others couldn't see nor be
New beats are always demanded
A melody is needed, he is it
Good isn't good enough
Spoiled and you're forgotten
The waves wash away
the traces in the flat sand
Not much sunlight,
just a cold yesterday afternoon
that struggles to welcome the night
and darkness appears too soon
(He's so naïve. It will come)
Only he knows if he's lost
or where to be found
yet he's the cold yesterday afternoon
that fights to stay warm
He's too naïve, a soul in the storm
a desire to shift and reborn
yet bound by fate, rough and torn
he lives to play and perform.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 2:19 AM UTC
Lived quite a life
No expectations
Happiness is overrated
Joy is needed, but where is it
He would battle life
in ways others couldn't see nor be
New beats are always demanded
A melody is needed, he is it
Good isn't good enough
Spoiled and you're forgotten
The waves wash away
the traces in the flat sand
Not much sunlight,
just a cold yesterday afternoon
that struggles to welcome the night
and darkness appears too soon
(He's so naïve. It will come)
Only he knows if he's lost
or where to be found
yet he's the cold yesterday afternoon
that fights to stay warm
He's too naïve, a soul in the storm
a desire to shift and reborn
yet bound by fate, rough and torn
he lives to play and perform.
this poem was inspired by many podcast conversations with the people who work in the entertainment industry. also published on my blog.
