We sing
Because the world’s moved on without us
We sing
Because they forgot about us
We sing
Because the music never stops playing

We sing
To make a better present
We sing
The past becomes irrelevant
We sing
The future is darkening

There is a beckoning that calls from inside
Guts me out and claws my insides
Who am I to claim what’s not beating?

Sing

Sing

Sing

Categories: Poetry