That feeling you get When you finish the show Before anyone starts clapping.
That feeling of breathlessness and accomplishment all at the same moment.
That my friend, is what we march for.
I just finished band camp 2 weeks ago and tonight we just had our first rehearsal and I've got to say, this has been the best time of my life. I love these people and I can't wait to spend the next 2 years with them
Fervent warriors come upon a field, A trickle of men storming the grassy abyss, prepared with shields upon their hearts and weapons ready at the finger tips. Their hearts oscillating to the war cries and to the sounding drummer's march. A prevalent threat casting shadows overhead; Awaiting the freedom bell and the open air, the men charge with their pens cocked and their ink basins filled to the brim.
We know this isn't good for us This rinse and repeat Rut **** of a life Yet here we are Marching In this clone army Brains exposed Bathing in acid Killing ourselves Slowly Not too fast Hate to cut this misery short God forbid we follow the exit signs Carved into our souls
What others find difficult, comes with ease. Yet the trivialities of their own, brings me to my knees. Why does this feel like a debilitating disease? Learning to live with such a blessed curse? I find myself pondering, on a slow march to a hearse.
Yet we must continue, day by day. Lest we let life slip away. Oh to find someone to share our hopes and dreams. Or yet, worse off - to have love deprived. Tirelessly waiting for the day we're revived.
Until that day, the march continues. Effortlessly excelling. Tediously dwelling. Why is your love so **** compelling?
Surely the recipe I have will see me through. Living a life, better than the majority do. Yet it's not enough, I'm incomplete. Why do I rely on you to bring me to my feet?