The Song

    Life is not a poem.  It's not an epic, an ongoing tale of great moments.  It's not simply filled with endless accomplishments one after another.  It's not just a story, read aloud monotoneusly by the balding man in the front of the room.  It's much more than all of that.
    It's a song. One whose music rises and falls dramatically with the mood of the moment.  Haven't you heard it? The soft strings playing when deeply concentrating.  A set of drums being ravaged by steady yet tempered hands while out face grows red and our blood boils.  A flute flittering in the wind as we look into thier eyes...The background music is the most important of all. Silence is a sickness.  Even when doing nothing there should be a note.
    Words are key as well, but not in the way you may think.  They don't have to rhymen, or make sense. Sometimes the nonsensical string of words that can be the deepest.
    The way you sing your song is pivital.  If you stand there stiff witht he lyrics just falling out of your mouth you may as well stand naked in the silence, for it will touch no one.  No one will hear it, no one will be marked by your words and the music itself willbe painful to witness.
    You must sway, step, shake, kick and headbang.  This is how you live your life.  Do you want your soundtrack to be nothing more then a dull heartbeat?  Or do you want it to scream, twang, bellow and cruciendo? You can't reherse the song of life...every verse can play off the previous and build up suspence to the next.  It can make it that much better.
    Experiances repeat in life like choruses, there may be days or years in between but they all remind you of the last time you released that nore, word, phrase of in lifes case love, lose, pain. 
    You must not shrink away into the shadows of your song.  Move with it, hear the time flow and belt it out.  Because when the last powerchords ring you want to look back at your preformance with a smile on your face and think, Thats my song!