Lyrics:

I toe the line of self-indulgence
Every time I place my pen
Upon the page
And form the words
I felt
But couldnt show til then
And to myself
I beg the question
Why do I thus masquerade
As one to one
And to another
Someone else?
If I
Afraid
Of what the consequence of stating
Openly my cause might be
When I rant
And rhyme
And reason
Do I write for them
Or me?
I believe there is some merit
In creating for ones self
But why place before the public
What is best
Left on the shelf?
Though while I write
I do not feel that
What I pen is mine alone
Even this could be misguided
As are many I have known
Who swore, poor souls
That they possessed
The key to mans mysterious fate
Succeeded in convincing some
But most could tell
They did but prate
On subjects
Touching something vague
Which cannot be unproven, or
In place of content
Speak in tongues
Yet know not whom theyre speaking for
No, I am not deluded so
I do not feel I represent
Some force divine
But still I know
That I shall never be content
To hold my tongue when I would speak
Or change my words to suit the hour
Or pinch a blush upon my cheek
To feign my joy
At love gone sour
I do not wish to disappoint
The faith that others place in me
To lead the way to brighter days
But sometimes dark
Is all I see
I work for good
I toil for hope
No one can question my intent
But even those who listen close
Can often mistake
What I meant
My fear
Ive come to realize
Is mainly this:
That I am wrong
That my perception is askew
That I write shyte
And call it song
Perhaps Ill always question thus
Discount my merits
Thoughts
And deeds
Tis well
Long as I still go forth
And see where this
My vision
Leads
Strong is she
Who knows her mind
And speaks it
Though she may not please
Fortunate the audience
That hears such honest thoughts
As these