This song my own ..

Like a song life moves on
You either get caught up in the rhythm Or the lyrics catch your attention
You realize that focusing on both would make this Trip more enjoyable
But a conscious effort only makes things more complicated

And then a stage arrives where in trying to decipher the music
The chorus goes past
The tune becomes alien
You see the music other than that is in this song

You realize that despite the beauty in all the songs that touched you
You got to play your own beat
You got to tread through this joy alone
Through the high notes and the low ones
Each note bringing back memories
Memories of childhood
Melodies of the youth
Pitches that pushed you through those miles

A distant memory each stanza is held together in this scrap of paper
Soon it will be lost
Or discovered by a new generation
Buried under boulders
Surfacing one day amongst the flowers