March, march
Hup to right
And march, march
Hup to right
Slow and steady
Beat bu beat
We progress, we digress
Meet and greet
Strangers we begin
Bonded we end
But to what end, what purpose,
Do we ascend?
We are one, we are many
We grow tired or strong
Warriors of experience
But for just how long?
Is it a short tune?
Does it swell and crest?
Does it lengthen and strengthen
When we act our best?
Some songs are happy,
Some songs are sad
We can listen and enjoy
Or simply go mad
Each chord, each note
Rushes past, rushes past
We get lost in this world
That spins so fast
What we feel, what we think,
What we hear, what we see,
It's confusing, it's irrational
But hey...
Life's music is free
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Nice poem....The tunes of life are beautiful and sorrowful as well. Is life's music really free...? Best Wishes. Naseer