stride high by the sunrise shining loud your name your voice new and proud Our future, that’s what they’ll say about you young hearts beating your music a distant dream their hero-muse they breathe your fantasy while old eyes just laugh and look away dismiss you with a smirk, and wave.. they’ve been tapping your tune ever since they were happy they’ve seen it all worked out there’s a circle you have to be them to see but they know why so just stride high and smile as you walk on by
Reason for writing:
Frustration, the idea that new music (including poetry) is inferior to the old...true or not...
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