Is this as good as it gets?

We are prisoners of our idiosyncrasies
Born to a virtue
Stricken to the knowledge soaked into our pores

Still, we are extraordinary with the potential for greatness
We touch not through the nerves circulating through the only property void of value, but the willingness to will the power of love into our hearts

Disease is cured in song
Loneliness dissolved in words

Is this as good as it gets?

Different people forced to learn that being different is our only common ground
In argument, there is peace of mind
Trust into madness
This existence is a journey seeking balance while walking a tightrope of imperfection

Storms blind the sunlight and cloud the path, but I listen for your song

Is this as good as it gets?

Is the melody in my head a composition of my one act play?
Will it have a happy ending or is that a false notion?
Will you be a player on this stage?
The script keeps growing in length
Time is a dress rehearsal without a re-shoot

Is this as good as it gets?