Between notes and emotion

In the key of life, am I the composer? Or just a player in this twisted overture? Strumming through memories, hitting discordant chords, Am I writing the symphony or the sympathy of my life? In the cacophony of my mind, echoes memories of a broken past, Lost in the melody of mistakes that will forever last, The bitter taste of regret like a sour note on my tongue, As I navigate through the verses that I have sung. Do I lead the orchestra or simply follow the beat? In this tangled web of emotion, am I the one to cheat? Stories etched in the lyrics of my soul, Each line a chapter in this never-ending scroll. The crescendo of joy, the decrescendo of pain, Each note a story, a loss, a gain, I strum through the memories like a worn-out guitar, Amidst the chaos, searching for a guiding star. So am I writing the symphony or the sympathy of my life? In this ballad of broken pieces, of struggle and strife, Between notes and emotions, I find my truth, In the chords of the past, learning to rewrite my youth