If there really was a secret chord, if I could learn, to play it would you still be bored?

What if every verse was perfect, what if I could work to earn it, if I try to keep my words swift, if I moonlight as a poet, long enough. Light it at both ends and burn it, write it like it’s urgent, my gift, songs with purpose, singing was a work in progress, but I showed promise, now I’m spitting quicker verses, and every word is mine, every note I try to find, try to keep the beat in time, little everyday I climb, the ladder in my mind no end in sight, no peaks to reach, no limit each, day another heat, occasions that I rise to meet. No sandbagging on the track, reap gold, when I sow my blood, as I get further from the start, impart my heart, the chorus starts, the rungs get further apart, I’ll grow wings before I hit the ground, I’ll grow gills before I ever drown.

Won’t be just another fading could’ve been, sitting at the bar, where the bands are, between sets, forget regrets, I’m on to the next test, song for a best friend, before I had any press, who would’ve guessed, with blood and sweat, shrugging off the pessimists, digging back out of debt, I owe to myself to give my best and nothing less. I sing and write, record and tour and pour my soul into every chord, when I was young I swore I’d be more than ordinary, failing doesn’t scare me, I can see with clarity, since I was just a kid, playing for tips, numb with frozen fingertips, trip over my lips, speaking when I’m nervous, until the music hits, giving me confidence, giving me my major lift, never have enough of it.

Leave behind the nine to five, to thrive and strive to live a life, that doesn’t ride on someone else’s good advice, I’ve made my path no looking back, no giving half-assed, efforts to arrive at my, destination, I stay patient, focused anything but vacant, quoted, lyrics on another persons skin, listen in, while I begin. To grow and show, I know that artists come and go and throw the towel in, momentum slows and everybody on to the next thing, next kid who can write, play and sing. I’m already in another town, with new tunes for a new crowed, looking out, things start looking up, I’m living in the now, hometowns I’ve found, new sounds I’m proud, same guitar, loaded back the car, eat, sleep and breathe every part, so I can be a brand new me, on every homemade CD, no retreat, I find my feet back on the beat, repeat the chorus, more rust falls away from me, until I shine.