GUITAR
Walking down my chosen road
Having no purpose to the minutes granted
Leaving behind me, my heavy load
And the visions of fear, being too haunted
The still voice of the wind whispers
I stop and characterizes my face in amazement
The same wind gets to my fingers
Carries my soul away from the thoughts of enslavement
I walk, I pace a little faster
Time indefinite can skill me on a curious matter
Beat, rhythm the time once more
Beat rhythm and time, this time let me not fall into a den
Excitement squeezed me so intensity
Think I might change my name to Felicity
Why am I thinking like this, I argue
Is my mind giving up? Is it a subdue
Not its not I answer the debate
My spirit, physic and world can relate
Finally there it was, a guitar
In the hands of a man with a scar
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