Always Towards Better Things

A dark night
No star to light
A question of who the voices are
Screaming inside, crying is a song,
Can they hear it?

Oh, they cannot –
They do not want to;
They shut their ears,
But no, it’s not about them.

It’s about the song,
Nobody hears;
The dance,
Nobody moves;
The poem,
Nobody recites.

It’s not about them.

It’s about the song,
One that should be sang;
The dance,
One that should be played.
The poem,
One that should be read.

And in the dark night,
If there is no star,
Look for the moon:
Borrowed light, unreal;
But there it is.

One more day,
one more step,
one more breath:
Semper ad meliora.