Living Paradox

Nothing ever happens here.
There is only music to hear,
And conversations to overhear,
And musket shots of lost musketeers.

There is a never ending ambition,
Ready to finish work in any condition,
Yet it doesn't have a mission,
And therefore falls to submission.

You can only stand idle,
Waiting for an idol.
Fighting for your survival,
Yet feeling suicidal.