Comfort in the Orchestration

One day you're certain of how things will be

Then you're bewildered

And robbed of your glee

This is what happens next

As the curtains are drawn

The stage of your life revealed

But the script is now gone

The questions in your eyes

What's the meaning of it all?

To which your heart replies

This is much less like a play and more like a grand ball

The stage is now filled with song

All the cast of your play are now dancing

And you're itching to dance along

Now you can't stop your feet from their tapping

Soon enough you'll start to think

Perhaps I'll write again

With your reasons indistinct

A script may help this dance

You so easily forget exactly how this ends

Inspired, rewired you calculate the steps

Each movement to the moment

An elaborate conquest

You find such comfort in the orchestration

You must determine how the plot unfolds

Making rigid demands of your cast

They seem so unconcerned with the things you ask

Still they keep on dancing on

Just as though you don't have a say

In the choice of routine or song

And isn't it better that way?

This is what happens when you realize you're not in control

Some days you'll bear the load

And others you won't

This is what happens when you realize you're not in control

Some days you'll bear the load

And others you won't

This is what happens when you realize you're not in control

Some days you'll bear the load

And others you won't