The Primordial Scream
Deep within my psyche lurks a primordial scream
It’s not my life I’m living, I’m trapped in someone’s dream
Some are quite contented wherever they may be
But me I yearn for something I just cannot quite see
I feel I should be doing, having, feeling, growing
But what that is exactly, keeps hiding from my knowing
It’s like a yearn for freedom, or a strange uneasy panic
And you know that it’s important so you’re feeling mildly manic
So I’m going through the motions like an actor in a sonnet
while I don’t know where the bus is but I know I must be on it
And life keeps marching forward every day, each week, each year
And I know I’m losing badly. It’s a hollow empty fear
But there’s no given directions, no guidance, route or map,
no precise instructions so the actor’s in a trap
There’s no way out, no way in, and decades more to go
If I never find the answers, it’s a pointless wasted show
Yet some are quite contented and don’t feel this at all
They just enjoy the moment and to them life is a ball
There’s nowhere they are going and don’t care where they’ve been
They fail to understand just why I’m lost within a dream
But is there really choice here? Where does peace begin?
What creates the yearning that swells and burns within?
Where’s the on/off button, the plug, the switch, the dial?
Is this my great performance or am I here on trial?
T A L