Lifes Song

The race, the rush, the commotion
Its all life's little production
Beneath it; within it
There lies a sweet melody
Like the key to a door unopened
Waiting to be exposed
Its audience is unmoved
Barren of its eloquent purpose
Courting the company of ignorance
Substituting its sweet serenade
For the pungent odor of self indulgence
Heads buried in the sand
We defy life's beautiful band
Singing our own song
drowning out the one that's been playing all along;