piano notes

      
     
     
     
    my "tune's" not that sound; always "winging" things out; my "fire's" extinguished more times that i can count....      
     
     
    i know a few notes, and that's all that i have; i don't have the patience/focus to "master" the craft(s);      
     
     
  i may hear a song every once in a blue-that made one go "yes, I must "learn" that tune too....      
     
but the truth?-      
     
     
"music's"-not for one to pursue.... even though it was "one of those things i would do"-just to cope with all the mess i've gone through....      
     
     
just another collect on my chest like tattoos....      
     
     
screw the cup, and the concept of empty and full; writing's the only  hard drug one could do....      
     
     
but it's not enough to just "write with no view"; one just needs to create an "artistic visual"....      
     
     
wishing, for peace sakes-a quick way to poof; one's mind filled with unwritten lines-just won't do....      
     
     
where's that "shot"? where's a place one could go to "black " "blue", minus "red", cause it's clear that my time here is through....