PLAY THE PIANO... a poem
How many times do you wake up in the morning
Lay back in bed and feel like your soul is mourning
Because you don’t have something motivating you to step out
And your schedule seems to make you freak out
In your heart you have this great dream
Problem is when you are awake its all gone
Reality comes with a crazy sanity that leaves you in illusions
I have a question
The answer to which you don’t have to mention
Do you know how to play the piano?
Do you play the piano?
Can you spot the difference
Or perhaps you need to call some friends
If you missed the point I’ll help you find it
Perhaps in you as your may be experiencing it
You know ‘how’ to make money
But are you really making money
The “how-to books” taught you how to make it
Of course a written document was to make you imagine
Now you have to play the piano
Take a step, fail, learn and be better off tomorrow
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