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The Dying Troubadour
No high in the endeavour
spilling all I have
into the exhaustive process
of entertainment
If I could only be satisfied
one follower to remind me
that invested minutes
are not completely wasted
Would it comfort these doubts?
I stretch my voice into discomfort
to inject some variety
into a rather redundant offer
but Radiohead said it best,
"Anyone Can Play Guitar."
I really landed in the wrong era
click tracks, bleeps and formulas
studio manipulations, heavy compression
but obsession still drives me to the chords
I served my purpose,
another afternoon in the books
another lonely walk home
to reflect and prepare for the next one.
spilling all I have
into the exhaustive process
of entertainment
If I could only be satisfied
one follower to remind me
that invested minutes
are not completely wasted
Would it comfort these doubts?
I stretch my voice into discomfort
to inject some variety
into a rather redundant offer
but Radiohead said it best,
"Anyone Can Play Guitar."
I really landed in the wrong era
click tracks, bleeps and formulas
studio manipulations, heavy compression
but obsession still drives me to the chords
I served my purpose,
another afternoon in the books
another lonely walk home
to reflect and prepare for the next one.
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