Different Kind Of Strum – Day 343, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Guitars I don’t strum,
But,
I pull on heart strings,
Making anybody sing to the beat of their own drums.
A musician I’m not,
But,
Making someone smile is instrumental to my life while I find a reason to live without much,
To my name.
After all,
I’ an artist full of pain,
Painting a picture for anyone looking for more than a moment to be entertained.
I just do it my way.
Mixing words together,
Ruffling feathers,
Going against the grain in a world full of birds picking at seeds of a dream that festers,
In my mind all day!
What else can I say?
We’re all going to die,
So,
I might as well sing a song anyone can play,
And,
Dance their way into a grave…