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 show 'til
And to myself I beg the
Why do I thus
As one to one and to
Someone else? If I,
Of what the consequence of
Openly my might be,
When I rant and rhyme and
Do I for them or me?
I believe is some merit
In creating for self
But why before the public
What is best on the shelf?
Though while I write I do not that
What I pen is alone,
Even this be misguided
As are many I have
Who swore, poor souls, that they
The key to man's fate,
Succeeded in some,
But could tell they did but prate
On touching something vague
Which be unproven, or,
In place of content, in tongues
Yet know not whom they're for.
No, I am not so;
I do not feel I
Some force divine, but still I
That I never be content
To hold my tongue I would speak
Or change my words to suit the
Or a blush upon my cheek
To my joy at love gone sour.
I do not wish to
The faith that others 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 even those who close
Can often what I meant.
My fear, come to realize,
Is mainly this: I am wrong,
my perception is askew,
That I shyte and call it song.
Perhaps I'll always thus,
Discount my merits, thoughts, and
well, long as I still go forth
And see this, my vision, leads.
is she who knows her mind
And it though she may not please.
the audience
That hears such honest as these.