Soliloquy

There are lights on the streets but it’s still dark,
Waking up to another morning seems easy to the eye,
Yet there are times when you seem to lose the spark
which make you look upward to the exacting sky,
Pinning your faith in the hands of a superior power above
expecting a part of you that you could never get rid of.

You’ve got here on your own and there’s a story behind,
This tale is entirely singular and that is the only way,
Looking for prejudice and there’s nothing to find,
Sheer intransigence in an impartial field every single day,
Your boat’s so small and the sea’s full of deep benchmarks,
Deep, yes, but why did it have to be so full of bloody sharks?

There’s victory in the vicinity but defeat is never far away,
What with all the convincing you had to do with yourself,
The courage to tell these voices to come back another day,
Just as a Steve Waugh book peers out of your bookshelf,
What wouldn’t you give to set fire to this rain?
Knowing a lesser man would have given in to this pain.

Across town, the clowns play games you’ve never learnt
but you’ve assured yourself that the day will soon come
when ashes rise from the dead long after they were burnt
and every living soul dances to the beat of your drum,
The light finally begins to seep in from the rooms of despair
and the day’s not far off when fear disappears into thin air.

The joys of the sweet scent of sweat are now not far
just as the hopeless place of failure has disappeared,
It’s only in your head and all that remains is just one scar
which will remind you constantly of what you once feared,
The game is now well and truly underway,
No wonder that your name’s the only one on display.