Once I Shyed From Using My Voice

“Once I shyed from using my voice

- now, I feel I have much to say;

Once I cryed from making the choices that caused and inflicted the strain;

Perfect, halfway, too much, not enough

- Balance seemed so far away;

Then I decided to question my methods

- friction indicative of openings to rearrange;

I started to hear myself crisp the day I began listening, rather than doing the same;

I would turn myself down, mute my sound;

But, when I took control - I dialed it up -

Was not even remotely unjust;

I believed what I heard, and I opted to trust;

The truth won’t decieve, and the lies are absurd

- Becoming observant, it is a must -

Take note of the tones that drown out detritus;

Seek - keep an ear out for sonics that foster more solace

- the one’s which emanate from deep within -

that resonate, motivate - move you to grin;

I know, back there - that racket was grim;

But just for the record, your track’s worth a spin.”

- Old Dying Joe