Interpretations on the Same Old Melody

Droning in my head
Syncopation, familiar as my heart beat
Same old melody
Inhabiting my very being

Each measure repeated
Brush strokes, guitar riffs
Known like my own name
My song ,played only for one

Lyrics memorized
Sung on command
Spilling forth as an oath
My deficit, a mark of art

The most beautiful of pieces
Ruins of a life trapped
Building only to destroy
In a three eight time signature

I grow weary of this familiar tune
Less a masterpiece,more my funeral dirge
May it be rewritten, a hymn of joy
Replacing a requiem of remorse