A Slave To Music

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As complex as it is,
It won't wait for me like I wait for them.
A slave to a blessing.
Destined for a curse.

Melodies and harmonies,
Can't match with the desire.
Chained down to one passion.
Can't help but long for someone.

It's bad then it's good.
The remedy of love.
Yet still no match for the life,
Of a starving artist to come.

I seek for the passion.
I seek for the love.
It's replaced by a tune,
A sweet song for the sadness.

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