Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the of self-indulgence
time I place my pen
Upon the and form the words
I felt but couldn't 'til then
And to I beg the question
Why do I masquerade
As one to one and to
else? If I, afraid
Of what the of stating
Openly my might be,
When I rant and and reason
Do I for them or me?
I believe there is merit
In creating for self
But why before the public
is best left on the shelf?
Though while I I do not feel that
I pen is mine alone,
Even could be misguided
As are I have known
Who swore, poor souls, that they
The key to mysterious fate,
Succeeded in some,
But most could they did but prate
On touching something vague
Which be unproven, or,
In place of content, in tongues
Yet know not whom speaking for.
No, I am not so;
I do not feel I
force divine, but still I know
That I shall be content
To hold my when I would speak
Or my words to suit the hour
Or pinch a upon my cheek
To my joy at love gone sour.
I do not to disappoint
The faith that place in me
To lead the way to days,
But dark is all I see.
I for good, I toil for hope,
No one can question my
But those who listen close
Can mistake what I meant.
My fear, I've to realize,
Is mainly this: I am wrong,
my perception is askew,
That I write and call it song.
I'll always question thus,
Discount my merits, thoughts, and
'Tis well, as I still go forth
And see this, my vision, leads.
Strong is she who her mind
And speaks it she may not please.
the audience
That hears honest thoughts as these.