Watch me if you must, trace my every move
You envy my grace, my modus so smooth
You mock my simplicity, it angers you so
You wish i was as complex as your selfish flow
You may say to yourself, "This man is no saint"
But when you look in a mirror, the explanation is quaint
You have a bigger gun now, but just wait and see
There's wisdom in scores, but only to a referee
I dont care for your judgement of my personal choice
After all, it's not you who's guiding my voice.
Autumn Nights
An Arts Guild
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