The worst to the
best, will happen now.
We think we
know, but we ride high, without
really wanting to know.

An accelerando in the studio.
Just a regular rainy, lifeless day
when the young talent enlightens
the life of others with the
art of music.

History being made, but the talent
that rides will no longer

thrive. Pigs with suits and rules
take it all, from the life enlightener.
Have they never been

loved? Or pushed and shoved? Not
in this life, but the next they will
apologize but none will hear.

The young boy who makes art with
his classical guitar
strings but no
fancy rings will soon find out, no
life is swell. Fear is amongst the
tear, yes, but some will

hear. Will humanity be joyed with
the young talent? Will the boy
find a wonderful
Piece?
Time will tell but
none will accell until he makes it
back. That is if,
though.