"All the forces of the world are not powerful enough to stop an idea whose time has come." Victor Hugo

Sunday, May 18, 2014

The Piano

I hear the piano playing
It’s a sound I haven’t known for awhile
For months now it’s sat in the corner
Gathering dust and unused notes
A symbol of abandonment
All it wants is to be loved
All it needs is someone to play it
But no one’s been around
Because life gets in the way
And our routines day to day
Do not coincide with beautiful things
People change
And the things we once valued become obsolete
We chase after things that are not worth the fight
And we clutch sand in our fists,
Trying to stop childhood from slipping away
But it’s so hard when we ourselves speed up the process
And make time go faster
We urge the clock onwards
Without mind to what we’re leaving behind
We’re always a step ahead of life
Always wishing for what hasn’t come
And grasping for times yet out of our reach
Then, at the very moment we reach that of which we’ve dreamed
The lights go out
And the illusion is shattered
Suddenly we want what’s passed
All those missed opportunities
And lost memories
We mourn that we took it all for granted
And we’re back to yearning after what we can’t have
All those thoughts of greatness and fame
Lofty goals of future orient
Suddenly seem so impossible in retrospect
How could we reach so far and come up so short?
Never are we content
With where we are
We only hope
We only dream
That tomorrow will be brighter
When today is already polished sterling