The Cost of the Song

Buried
The bones
Claw their way to the light

I know my past is sordid
Drop it
And just get on with . .

You can not cast out your demon
By pushing it deeper
   into your soul

But the freedom I want
Is the thing I fear most

What is it you want?

I just want color back in my life
Everything has become this numbing
   chilling
Empty shade of grey

This emptiness
   this hollowness
Is the price you have chosen to pay
The part you have chosen to play

What should I do?

Sing

Sing?

The best music is often played
   on the hallow reed