When the young man arrived into town,
his throat was very dry,
So he wandered into the closest bar.
It was dark and dingy,
But at the same time vibrant and alive, For a band played in the back.
Just a few younger individuals,
Vibrant and lively,
Rocking as if playing for sold out Stadium,
Instead of a bar of six.
It was then that the young man had his idea,
Notes rushing to him like cascade,
And the realization that music was where he was happiest,
It's what fill the hole in his heart.
He left the bar, knowing what he had to do,
His passion was reignited,
The flames fanned.
A goal now set,
Young man went to the bus station and continued West.
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 1:55 AM UTC
When the young man arrived into town,
his throat was very dry,
So he wandered into the closest bar.
It was dark and dingy,
But at the same time vibrant and alive, For a band played in the back.
Just a few younger individuals,
Vibrant and lively,
Rocking as if playing for sold out Stadium,
Instead of a bar of six.
It was then that the young man had his idea,
Notes rushing to him like cascade,
And the realization that music was where he was happiest,
It's what fill the hole in his heart.
He left the bar, knowing what he had to do,
His passion was reignited,
The flames fanned.
A goal now set,
Young man went to the bus station and continued West.
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