This music

Sometimes I don’t know where I’m going with any of this music
The start, the middle, the end of a song, and the line where the messages are, go unrecognized, it makes me wonder
If I’m living alone in a little world of sound and art. Someone thanks me for something I didn’t do, or fails to
See something that I’ve always been. Even voices around me ask “why do you keep doing it?”
Is the universe playing me like a song?
I have hopes and fears I don’t always share, like cards in a game I protect them from the eyes of others, but the question
Remains, “who’s eyes?” And “what’s the purpose?”
There are things about being human I might never understand.

Just?  Just.