Your Concerned Friend

It seems I'm in the minority here When it comes to what I do to pass the time It's not all that popular anymore To express oneself with line after line Words carry very little weight When pictures do the thinking for you Imagination is a bore When compared to what technology can do I practice an art long forgotten Before all that came to be I just can't help but take in everything; The sun, the birds, the sea It just isn't all that interesting, what's called "Awesome" in the modern sense I try to be bold and say what's on my mind And that's when feelings get tense It's considered by most to be dull and drab Without music to tag along They say "what's the point of these words If not for some catchy song?". It seems to me no one much cares for this dying art They say that was then and this is now - why do you still play the part? They says its old-fashioned, outdated and archaic But I don't wish to be just one thing, but a beautiful mosaic A thousand jagged shards that don't mean much on their own But somehow work together to form the greater whole I don't ever wanna pretend But be myself one hundred percent From the start, to the middle, to the end I want you to know exactly what I meant I believe there's always something more you can say, nothing's so cut and dry I believe when I take that leap of faith I wont drop like a stone But spread these dusty wings and fly high The truth is it matters very little what you're into The key is relentless passion and tremendous drive And if you don't have that key we can't stop right here Just what in the world is it that makes you feel alive? Your Concerned Friend Wants to know...