The Rut

Looking up at the steep walls of the rut I find myself enveloped in
I try to grab the escape rope which comes in the form of a voice
It's very faint almost loud enough to be deemed a whisper
Amid the negative suffocating noise

If only I can dampen those interfering nuances clouding the issue
To focus on that melodic sound, a landmark mapping the way out
Ground level seems a good start
I'll make it no doubt

The music is louder and cleared stepping outside the shade
Of a rut too deep for light to penetrate
Focus, the key to freedom i've been forbade
And a life to celebrate