I played guitar but still I needed more
Playing is one thing but still listening
Is necessary when once again more
Is needed to fulfil my soul when poor
Return is received from the folk I know
They fail as badly as me. On the floor
I could be, were it not for songs that show
That better predecessors couldn’t go
Anywhere but art for company. Things
Make sense, it’s not just me wondering what for
It’s that way, always has been since you flow
From previous suffering and flawed being
Look after yourself, treat life with humour
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