Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the of self-indulgence
time I place my pen
Upon the page and form the
I felt but couldn't 'til then
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 there is some merit
In creating for one's
But why place the public
What is best left on the
Though while I I do not feel that
I pen is mine alone,
Even this could be
As are many I have
Who swore, souls, that they possessed
The key to man's fate,
Succeeded in some,
But most tell 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 I represent
Some force divine, but I know
That I shall be content
To hold my when I would speak
Or change my words to suit the
Or a blush upon my cheek
To feign my joy at gone sour.
I do not to disappoint
The faith that others in me
To the way to brighter days,
But sometimes is all I see.
I for good, I toil for hope,
No one can my intent
But those who listen close
Can mistake what I meant.
My fear, come to realize,
Is mainly this: I am wrong,
my perception is askew,
That I write and call it song.
Perhaps I'll always thus,
my merits, thoughts, and deeds
'Tis well, long as I still go
And see this, my vision, leads.
is she who knows her mind
And it though she may not please.
Fortunate the
hears such honest thoughts as these.