No song can save me tonight
neither the music can lift me out
mess it is not but a challenge
impossible maybe not but damn too tough
May be just beyond the farthest hill I can climb
Tragic it isn’t but ironic
I’m not counting on the dope of music
or the consolation of the song
fact it is not but a feeling
that even as I like it, Love it
Time I don’t have to listen you
Reason it is not but a hunch
History it is not but a Deja-vu
I fall still to the conviction of the song
Love it as it plays to
the dance-floor in my heart
Song it is not but an energy
Listening to you
I find tough to resist
Listening it is not but an act of feeling
The moment of joy that you give
and your bursts of hope in the midnight
song you are not but an inspiration
As I try to ignore you now
resistance it is not but a reflection
of the grave challenges ahead
Even as in me still resonates
the song that cannot save me tonight.
the poem is jus an expression and hav no scope of other's comments i guess so leaving it. just one line which i did nt like was "farthest hill that i can climb" you already know which one is fartest for you. well keep on increasing each day
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