Life's Song

The race, the rush, the commotion
It's all life's little production
Beneath it, within it
There plays a sweet melody
Like a key to a door unopened
Waiting to be revealed

It's audience is unmoved
Barren of it eloquent purpose
Rather courting the company of ignorance
While substituting it's sweet serenade
For the howling call 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