Make Music Instead

You don't have to fathom it all,
But you don't have to yield to this wall.
Get up, walk around;

Dulcet tones resound.

You need not return to your bed;

Make music instead.

You don't have to break with the news,

And you don't have to yield to the blues.

It's a brand new day;

Step out of the gray.

Drive those cobwebbed thoughts from your head;

Make music instead.

Don't ignore the song that longs to be formed.

Listen to it; don't let it fade.

Never mind those doubts; they are uninformed.

Cast them out now; don't be afraid.

You know love is true, you believe.

You're a weaver of tunes, so weave.

Words and melody

Long to be set free.

Disregard those doldrums you dread;

Make music instead.

Chaos everywhere,

Madness in the air.

Talking heads blare, "Hard days ahead!"

Make music instead.

© 2021 David Acosta