Crescendo

I look upon my life

And then I realise

It's but an endless strife

And I may not ever rise

Ascend above the petty things

Instead of compromise

I'm but a prisoner

So set me free

I live my life loud

Off ground, high wound

Like a storm cloud, mad dog, wolfhound

Is it rabies

Or just foam around my mouth

And do I claw against your throat

Or do I shout

Crescendo

It's the sound you make

When everything is out of shape

Crescendo

When your life is

Disproportionate and you're afraid

That your overblown existence

Might explode

That your identity might dissipate,

Corrode

I look upon my life

And I'm dissatisfied

Though somewhat dignified

I'm still being rectified

Why can't you leave me be

To my own decree

I'm still a prisoner

So set me free