Many arts call me but which should I follow
To give myself completely and deeply to
One thing I know for sure are the things I would rather not do
That others may love but leave me feeling hollow

Shopping centers and strip malls
Hairstyles, make-up, YouTube videos
Writer tales of outlining leave me cold
Stuck in their head, no feelings below

Music pulls me through the tough times
Heartbreak and breakups
Feelings of not being good enough
Beating like a heart, in time with the rhymes

Writing opens the valve letting out the steam
Music digs up the deep joy that I feel
Saying it, writing it makes it too real
Too alive and dangerous and more than just a dream