The Musician
Music is my greatest passion
I have the greatest sense of fashion.
My job makes me write my own creations
Each note tends to have its own vibrations.
I have to remember my musical scales
If I don’t my compositions will fail
Music tends to make a lot of noise
But at least I get to meet some boys.
Eternally lost inside its reverie
My soul recants in blissful harmony
Finding a producer can be hard
But I have to keep up my guard.
Being famous is what I desired
I really wish I could get hired.
Composing my pieces can be fun.
At least I have my spot in the sun.
Music has a splendid sense of magic
Yet it can also be truly tragic.
I hope I will nail the audition
I am a very humble musician.
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