Every
Bad,
Good,
Dumb,
Arrogant,
Emotion
Of mine,
Comes out
When I play.
It’s like a blank slate.
I’ve written
Or played
Everything
I’ve wanted to say.
Even when my words are en-
Gulfed,
By a
Deceptive
Fear of displeasing….
I play on, play on this endless song…
And if it wasn’t for that, those which
I hold closest to me
Today,
Maybe
I would be a different
Person.