The Composer\'s composure


Upon the birth of a hungry mind
discovering, feeling my compassion.
Not knowing limits of any kind
boundless in all form and fashion.
Slowly the music of life became dissonant
with melancholic overtones.
one day I wondered where the joy went
as I sat there all alone
Then I realized who creates the song
and why it was composed that way
Now I can right an overpowering wrong
and take control of my life today.
For I am the composer
of the melody of my existence.
Other limits and boundaries
are no match for my persistence.
So I will hit the high notes once again
and a joyful chorus resound
I will live in the music when my day begins
my passion once again rebound.

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