The Pyre

Through these meek and vulgar ways
You'll not peak, you'll lose your days
While you're trapped inside this phase
Your own life becomes a maze

Begging God for just one chance
At fame, wealth or some romance
You'll give up, say you just can't
But you've yet to make a stand

So you embrace all desires
And keep chasing waning fires
Now you're placed upon the pyre
And swear that you'll soon retire

But the world keeps moving on
It has left you with your songs
Maybe one day you'll be strong
I'll ask why it took so long

Now there's no one beside you
And there's nowhere to look to
So you cook inside the stew
Of the life which you withdrew

You will make a tasty treat
Dessert or some midnight sweets
But forget the treasured meat
You brought on your own defeat

Push on, dear one through the times
When your limbs are caked with grime
Push on, through the fog so dense
Do not seek out recompense

Sing loud! Sing proud! Sing all times!
Do not let them  close your mind
Do not reach the end of days
Without choosing your own ways

Now or never, make a stand
Only you can make a plan
But you must believe you can
Never normal, You'll be grand.