What I love

Passion is what drives me I thrive on the chill floor The music pounding, I need more, more Never quite good enough, heaven knows I'm not made for this abuse Without the movement, my life is of Very little use I feel myself bleed, cannot stop Too much will to succeed Surface wounds will heal Naive to see the reality They push me, push me Just trying to stay one step ahead When sooner or later, they'll see me dead Competition, Repetition, The cold eyes, harsh words When no one else is near Make their intentions so very clear I don't belong, who cares? I'm caught up in this song My body may break, but it will make me stronger Anything to make the moment one second longer This is what I love The piano plays, a lullaby I sing Just another note higher, lower Conquering the challenge Despite their bitter words I cannot, will not give up When the voice hums in my blood Maybe not the best, trying to keep A note above the rest Hopping, Sweating, Wondering If I'll pass the next test I will make it, if it kills me If I don't, I'll fake it Cause no words otherwise will Turn me away, From what I love To my dying day Another breath means another sweet tune My fingers must move, faster, faster A slip up, a miss calculation Disaster... A strum, a down beat Hopping the next chord, will be As equally sweet A constant fight, to improve I will stay till midnight Finish the song, hope people Don't think my words wrong But I never really cared My music, my movement, my words Shared, hopefully not invain Another way to share my love, my life, my pain Call me a failure, call me a perfectionist Maybe even insane... But here it is, naked and true This is what I do, This is what I love Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 12:40 PM PST, Sharon   18 • 0 • 10