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They says its old-fashioned, outdated and archaic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
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