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It was only an idea.
Fast enough like thunder,
Made me feel so curious,
And unbelievably ambitious.
The ambition was scary.
Made it look so easy,
But not as quite simple,
Not by far, dear.
Still, it was a great challenge,
Lovely time spent experimenting.
It was like a game,
Interesting enough to stay and play.
So, step by step,
String by string...
Fingers were running on the chords.
Eventually made a sound, mesmerising...
So I continued, I played,
I enjoyed it, but it was too simple.
Reality is, it was the tip of the iceberg,
Made it look so quick to learn.
But learning and earning weren't on the list,
More likely to work hard and believe.
Hope took over, it was leading,
Believing I could reach the target.
But then silence. Silence...
Muted thoughts and tied hands.
It wasn't the same.
Memories played harder.
It made me realise, memories led me here.
The moments I played, were the key.
I played when I was sad,
I played when I felt grief.
But I also played when I was thrilled,
Played when I was happy and ready.
So, it went like that...
Played when the bell rang.
It was the feeling, something that...
Something that pulled me to the surface.
Put that last breath in my lungs,
And made me cry for hours.
Dücskő Antónia XII. H
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