The Song

My days stretch on unending like a railway never broken,
While the opinions of those who matter most to me are never spoken,
The unsolicited judgements of my harshest critics sounding,
Their words are cheap and unexplained and now my head is pounding
Silent revelations sometimes do more good than harm,
And when your heart is on your sleeve, then it's blood that's on your arm.
The truth will hurt immensely, it will shake you till you shatter,
But why waste away your efforts in the things that never matter?
I can see you're lost and floating in waves of disillusion,
Half the battle is realization, half is fighting the confusion.
Who's to say that one of us is right and one is wrong,
We each write different lyrics but we all enjoy the song.

-kb