Empty Room

Verse 1: You never know your shot at fame is over till it passes Till the hourglass is empty and it's backwards And in the vacuum you just wonder how this happened As the artist in you now gets enveloped inside a casket I've put much money and time into this passion Never really thought it would end in quite this fashion But life is what it is and I'll never regret the path I'm just depressed my art never made it to reach the Masses Just average, no better and no preferred I guess I felt I had something worthy to give this World Perhaps it was conceit to have thought I would move the Herd Ego to think I'd lead to new standard with note and Word And foolish to believe a new paradigm would spur But though absurd I won't apologize I won't acknowledge my pursuit was just an empty try So be advised and have the knowledge from this poem Occurred This from the greatest artist in the world you never Heard Well it don't matter I'm sitting inside an empty room Alone with no one present to hear the music boom Like Beethoven or Bach without a chance to bloom Or for Shakespeare's words never to be consumed I just hope that one day my work will be exhumed To infuse with higher levels now un-pursued And that maybe the spirit in this will surge And turn the world into something in which I'm heard Verse 2: I'm inside these four walls I feel confined by four walls Yes, my mind is four walls Where thoughts come forth and design rhymes for y'all Just my flow, the audio and my pen Well, written it's a 10 But no audience attends Still I can't give in The feeling won't descend I don't do this just because, there's a cause I defend So the music never ends I'm not the caged bird that never sings I'm the bird in the cage that breaks his wings Trying to escape from where I feel trapped So I keep shouting my raps The sound waves bouncing back It hits my frame, recharges my spirit Then clicks my brain, responds with lyrics much Stronger than the last Some day this sonic blast Will cause these walls to crash And the mass can be exposed To the greatest never known Grown by the desire and the fire that inspires real Writers And to all of them I've shown That when I arrive they will cheer But all the while I've been here All the while in this square Waiting for someone to hear Or them just to lend an ear Well it don't matter I'm sitting inside an empty room Alone with no one present to hear the music boom Like Beethoven or Bach without a chance to bloom Or for Shakespeare's words to never be consumed I just hope that one day my work will be exhumed To infuse with higher levels now un-pursued And that maybe the spirit in this will surge And turn the world into something in which I'm heard