If I could I would.
And I would if
I could RIGHT NOW.
You have NO idea.

Piano

I play the piano.
I do not play for the audience.
I do not play for the praise.
I play for myself.

To some the notes are harsh and heavy.
To some it is too soft, too light.
For some it is the perfect sound.

The critics will rant.
The audience may clap.
It is no concern of mine.

I play these notes.
My fingers blend with the keys.
My emotions, my soul, my existence becomes the melody.

This song is mine and mine alone.

Enjoy :).

And I will.

It will be glorious!

The truth always becomes evident in time. It's funny how things that seem plausible are in reality not, and things that don't seem plausible at all become plausible.

It's nothing, and it's something.
I want it to be more than just rose colored glasses.

Please, just let me survive this.

That is all I ask.

How much can the soul be tempered?

there is so much she'd say
but she knows the words die on her lips
because the soft mass of emotions inside her
is trying to run away,
and her eyes don't have the courage
is it fear or is it shyness?
she doesn't know.

she knows that doing nothing won't get her anywhere
but her heart refuses to follow the rules of her mind
when she tries, she stumbles on her words
and her mind goes blank
is it stupidity?
and she contemplates all the things
that she knows she will never do.

she tries to pretend
that its not what they think it is
but she knows they know just as well as she
and she tries to pretend that she doesn't care
even though she knows that they know she does
but as long as she doesn't say they will never know
or so she tells herself

and all it takes is a smile to make her day
and a few words to make her glow
but she wonders, and she tells herself
that its nothing more than a one way ticket to dreamland
and the excuses flood in, to lessen the blow
that she's afraid of receiving

because she's convinced it's not gonna leave dreamland
and she's afraid of receiving that blow,
and so she wonders,
why all it takes is a few words to make her glow
and why she's still smiling
why she still stumbles on her words
why her heart won't follow the rules her mind has set out
why she's still making excuses,

if she's so afraid of receiving that blow,
that will knock her out of dreamland.

I don't understand I don't think I ever will.
Gar it's so frustrating.
It's okay, just gotta go with it.