Silent Sunday Afternoon

A song written to the bored and the boring

Looking out the window.
Looking at the world.
All the speeding cars.
All driving off to different places.
And I’m still standing here.
I’m still standing here.

What’s going to make me live?
What’s going to show me how?
What’s going to jumpstart this life I’m living?
What’s going to fix this lie I’m living?
Who’s going to make me live?
Who’s going to show me how?
Who’s going to jumpstart this life I’m living?
Who’s going to fix this lie I’m living?

Singing to the window.
Singing to the world.
People passing by.
People looking with death in their faces.
Is anyone here living?
Is one of them alive?

What’s going to make me live?
What’s going to show me how?
What’s going to jumpstart this life I’m living?
What’s going to fix this lie I’m living?
Who’s going to make me live?
Who’s going to show me how?
Who’s going to jumpstart this life I’m living?
Who’s going to fix this lie I’m living?

A silent Sunday afternoon.
Death is coming all too soon.
A silent Sunday afternoon.
This all is ending all too soon.
Life’s for living.
I want to live.
Life’s for living.
Let me live.
Life’s for living.
I want to live.
Life’s for living.
Let me live.

What’s going to make me live?
What’s going to show me how?
What’s going to jumpstart this life I’m living?
What’s going to fix this lie I’m living?
Who’s going to make me live?
Who’s going to show me how?
Who’s going to jumpstart this life I’m living?
Who’s going to fix this lie I’m living?

Reviews

[Seeker]

I love this! As I read, I could actually hear a melody in my head going along with the words. Obviously, it's not to your melody that you probably already have, but I feel inspired; this song/poem really spoke to me.