When I was small someone told me,
I would amount to nothing,
That I would live an ordinary existence,
It doesn't matter who that someone was.
What matters is that I believed them.
So many years,
That person's voice played in my head.
So many times,
That broken record played over its’ self.
Until one day,
I hit stop.
I decided that if the mind were a disk,
That it may as well play a good tune.
And if for whatever reason it began to skip,
I'd turn it off.
Most people waste their lives away,
Listening to someone else's tune.
So I ask of you,
I beg of you,
Play your heart's tune.
No other tune will do.