Each melody is an active session
for shadowy cognitions that forbid
or thwart their open verbal expression -
misgivings, say, for what we said or did
that never quite rose to apology
or regret, successes we recognized
years after the fact, though better too late
than too soon...
We trudge through analogy
towards a world in which we're always outsized
by what it's determined shall be our fate.
"But sometimes I just cannot catch the tune!"
the poet bawled unto an abject moon.
I've heard this said and found it isn't wrong:
Not everything in life will come to song.