Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the of self-indulgence
Every time I my pen
Upon the page and form the
I but couldn't show 'til then
And to myself I beg the
Why do I masquerade
As one to one and to
Someone else? If I,
Of the consequence of stating
Openly my cause 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 left on the
Though while I write I do not feel
What I pen is alone,
Even this be misguided
As are many I known
Who swore, poor souls, that they
The key to man's fate,
Succeeded in some,
But most could tell did but prate
On touching something vague
cannot be unproven, or,
In place of content, speak in
Yet know not whom they're for.
No, I am not so;
I do not I represent
Some force divine, but still I
That I never be content
To hold my tongue when I speak
Or change my to suit the hour
Or pinch a upon my cheek
To my joy at love gone sour.
I do not wish to
The that others 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 even those who listen
Can mistake what I meant.
My fear, I've to realize,
Is mainly this: I am wrong,
my perception is askew,
That I write shyte and it song.
Perhaps I'll question thus,
my merits, thoughts, and deeds
'Tis well, long as I go forth
And see this, my vision, leads.
Strong is she who knows her
And it though she may not please.
Fortunate the
That hears such honest as these.