Today was a wonderful day. We went singing in the park and there was nary a person around. Singing songs can let your voice and emotions be free. Freedom is the necessity for self-growth. So singing can make yourself sprout from a little bud into a Coniferous tree. Singing could be called my one true passion. I love to make songs and sing already made songs. Songs that are already made up are easier because they don't need more lyrics, but new lyrics make things more interesting.
Nothing
To be is not to be. 'Tis true and 'tis just. What is meant to happen shall happen, I just want you to know who I am. Who am I? A legend. A myth. A man. A cat. A bat. A hat. A rat. A flat tire. A spire. An intrigued cello. A violin offtune. A guitar offbeat. A traintrack untracken. When everything's made to be broken, what is meant to last? Dun dun dun dun. Dadadada. And I don't want the world to see me, cause I don't want to expose myself to ridicule. But specific people, connection can be achieved. A lesson. A plan. A game. A lyric. A think. A drink. Apart. Part A. Listen. Part B. Repeat. Part A. Listen. Part B. Repeat. Part A. Listen. Part B. Repeat. Part A. Listen. Part B. Repeat. Part Y. Party.
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