My Essence

Hours of senseless tedium
Broken by moments of graceful melody,
Are the rudiments of my future
And expressions of my vitality.

You work for a better future.
Better than what?
With the path you're taking
The future will be another prison.

Bursting at the seams with stress,
Released instantly with rhythm.
Afraid to ask questions
Because I don't know the freedom to choose.

They tell you your answer 's wrong,
But it's merely a different interpretation of right.
Once you clear off the red ink
You see the beauty within.

A mound of broken reeds,
And a mountain of graded papers.
The infinite is smaller somehow,
For in the end, it's the music that moves me.