The constant fear of pleasant shame
Delay the love for pleasing them and find the love for ear's affection

Play on... Create something for yourself
This isn't for them
Play on... Ideas are a thinkers weapon
Use them till the end

Better yourself, though your thouhts
And never through ones request
Something to prove to yourself
Through this it is not the answer

If you've ever had a thought
Express through mind and maybe you'll find another

What we used to do as a tradition
Is now lost as a condition
When we used to listen
We now only hear
This is a message