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 myself I beg the
Why do I thus
As one to one and to
Someone If I, afraid
Of the consequence of stating
Openly my might be,
I rant and rhyme and reason
Do I write for or me?
I believe is some merit
In creating for one's
But why place the public
What is left on the shelf?
Though while I write I do not that
What I pen is alone,
Even this be misguided
As are I have known
Who swore, poor souls, that they
The key to man's fate,
Succeeded in some,
But most could they did but prate
On subjects something vague
cannot be unproven, or,
In of content, speak in tongues
Yet know not whom speaking for.
No, I am not so;
I do not I represent
Some divine, but still I know
That I shall be content
To hold my when I would speak
Or change my words to the hour
Or pinch a blush my cheek
To my joy at love gone sour.
I do not to disappoint
The faith others place in me
To the way to brighter days,
But sometimes is all I see.
I work for good, I for hope,
No one can my intent
But those who listen close
Can mistake what I meant.
My fear, I've to realize,
Is mainly that I am wrong,
my perception is askew,
That I write shyte and it song.
Perhaps I'll question thus,
Discount my merits, thoughts, and
'Tis well, long as I 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 honest thoughts as these.