May 5, 2010
The song I sing is out of tune
Up and down with my moods
Little things get in the way
Of the grand overture finish,
The end of my drawn out day

Sometimes the music is beautiful
Other times broken with sharps and flats
I let too many things affect me
The struggle to compose is endless
The incomplete song goes on

I never stop to wonder how my music
Affects the ones around me
I keep myself hidden by sheet
Never getting too attached to the notes
Played by my loved ones

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