So, this seems to capture it. And for some reason I started thinking this up whilst brushing my teeth at 11:00PM yesterday upon the completion of a massive project due this morning. As far as writing goes, might not be the best. As far as personal to me goes, it is a best.



People laugh, people sing,
People smile, people bring,
They bring their life stories,
They let them free on new wings,
Chanting tales as they sit,
Sit round the fire ring.

I sit on a spot that I find,
Join the people who free their minds,
I share a little with them too,
But of sweet fruit it's just the rind,
I've chained my soul, lock and key,
Set on me, by me, is the bind.

So here they are all around,
And here I sit completely bound,
Listening mutely to their stories,
Tossed to the side new burial mounds,
My heart looks for music lonely,
Lonely among these silent sounds.

Ah! there's the song that comes from she,
She's the one with whom I'll be,
No longer lonely, life's a music box,
Her every word rings sweet smooth dolce,
But alas, its just a dream, back to lonely,
Just for me, for I just don't know who she really is.