i miss singing
with the windows down
not caring about the car next to me at the red light
belting at the top if my lungs as i move from room to room
not wondering what the neighbors must be thinking
i knew i was good
how all my practice had paid off
that singing on the treadmill actually sounded good
i miss singing
keeping it as my secret
not letting my friends know how good i was
planning to one day take the stage
shocking them all
never an intention to make singing my profession
despite the countless offers
but only for fun with my friends
people beg me to go on tour
but no, not me
i'm just in it for the fun
not the spotlight
the music industry's best kept secret
i miss singing
the extra boost
better than the blackest coffee
the way my mind drifts into stories
without limits
the connection it builds with another
when you start tapping to the same rhythm
how it calms the night
justifies the tears
explains the pain
stretches the smile
i miss singing
but not anymore
my windows are down
there is a long drive ahead
i will have my voice back in no time
do not worry
just keep your eye on the stage
1 comment:
LOVE it! Really, I do. I miss singing with you upstairs at Jason Ct...
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