Voice of Direction

poem about growing up

Metal voices 

All I can hear are metal voices

Thin tin scratching against old silver 

Heavy steel and iron booming from the background 

Gold dancing with its melody 

Be yourself 
But do it this way 
I am tin and I know the way 
Steel taught it to me 
Family 
We are family? 
Are we family!

Can you hear the chorus 
It means the song is happy 
Or is it just the mocking 

Tones of metal 

That pump 

Into my thoughts 
Separation 
I must find separation 
Must I find separation