The Beat.

I used to point the finger
Blamed situation
Circumstance
For standing in the way
Of my chances
But one day I realised the finger
Was pointing at me
All this time
At my own hands
On my own clock:
I had been the thief
Of my own self belief
Positioning
Mind built obstacles
Carefully in place
Obstructions in the path
The one my heart
Has known to be true all along.

But one thing the heart has,
That the mind has not
-Is a song
A steady beat
Uncluttered by thought
-It dictates the simple
Movement of feet
And when you listen
Life is sweet
It's in tune
And when you don't
The heart plays your song louder
Until soon
You can't deny the power
Of your own music
Your own song
The one that's been there all along
But is forgotten
When you point the finger
Or blame situation,
Circumstance...

No.

Don't forget.

Just listen.

There is no time to blame
There is no time to linger
Pointing fingers
In time
They only point back to you
But don't be discouraged
Behind the accusations
Lies the truth
Be honest
It doesn't take a sleuth
Look harder
At the finger pointing
It is at the tip
You will find the direction
You will find the start
Of the path that leads
The way back to the music
To the song in your heart.

And when you listen
Mind built obstacles dissolve
Because your focus is
On the song
-The steady beat
Uncluttered by thought
And dictating the simple
Movement of feet
And it's here
Life is in tune
Life is sweet
Just listen to your heart beat.