You owned the right to paint your future,
The rest are just tools and guides,
The brush is still in your hand,
You should think further,
Don't just sit there and sigh.
Look in front of you,
Stand a great piece of blank paper,
Draw anything you like,
As long as it's from within you,
As that great piece of paper,
Creates your future for only you.
You are the music maker,
You control the rhythm,,
Volume high or low,
Fast or slow,
They follow as you wave along,
Because you hold the mystical baton,
Which creates splendid and wonderful songs.
Let people indulge in your painting,
Let people indulge in your music,
For now only confident your lacking,
So lets hustle,
Chin up,
Get on movin and lets have it.
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