Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the line of
Every I place my pen
Upon the page and 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 the consequence of stating
Openly my might be,
When I and rhyme and reason
Do I write for or me?
I believe is some merit
In creating for self
But why place the public
is best left on the shelf?
Though while I write I do not that
I pen is mine alone,
Even this could be
As are I have known
Who swore, poor souls, they possessed
The key to man's fate,
in convincing some,
But most could tell did but prate
On subjects touching vague
Which 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
force divine, but still I know
That I shall be content
To my tongue when I would speak
Or change my words to suit the
Or pinch a blush my cheek
To feign my joy at gone sour.
I do not wish to
The faith 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 my intent
But even 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 and call it song.
I'll always 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 speaks it she may not please.
the audience
That hears such honest as these.