Musings of the Soul

I can hear the beat of the drum.
The nature of the way it beats
I can feel the energy of the song.
I cannot reach for the sound.

I can see the color of the sky.
The norm in which clouds move
I can feel it protecting me from the sun.
I cannot reach for its calmness.

I can feel the number of losses.
The times I have failed so badly
I can count the times I have tried.
I cannot count this as the last time.

I can see my dreams when I close my eyes.
I can feel them coming to life.
The reality of it is that it is the ultimate goal.
So I can’t afford to give up now.

I can hear the beat of the drum. 
The nature of the way it beats makes me feel the energy of the song. 
I cannot reach for the sound.