Luyện nghe bài hát On Artistic Integrity

I toe the of self-indulgence
Every I place my pen
Upon the page and the words
I felt but couldn't 'til then
And to myself I beg the
Why do I thus
As one to one and to
Someone else? If I,
Of the consequence of stating
Openly my might be,
When I rant and and reason
Do I for them or me?
I believe there is merit
In creating for one's
But why before the public
What is best on the shelf?
Though while I I do not feel that
What I pen is alone,
Even could be misguided
As are many I known
Who swore, poor souls, they possessed
The key to man's fate,
in convincing some,
But could tell they did but prate
On subjects touching vague
cannot be unproven, or,
In of content, speak in tongues
Yet know not they're speaking for.
No, I am not so;
I do not feel I
Some force divine, but I know
That I never be content
To hold my tongue I would speak
Or my words to suit the hour
Or pinch a upon my cheek
To my joy at love gone sour.
I do not to disappoint
The faith that others in me
To the way to brighter days,
But dark is all I see.
I for good, I toil for hope,
No one can my intent
But those who listen close
Can often mistake I meant.
My fear, I've to realize,
Is this: that I am wrong,
my perception is askew,
That I write and call it song.
Perhaps I'll always thus,
my merits, thoughts, and deeds
'Tis well, long as I go forth
And see this, my vision, leads.
is she who knows her mind
And speaks it she may not please.
the audience
That hears honest thoughts as these.