there's beauty in the breakdown

I actually wrote this for somebody else a long time ago for their english class lol..I just felt like pasting something.

Notes of the chorus like a whirlwind of frown,
Piercing the hearts and minds of the town.
His sounds draw praise, shouts, and taunts,
Riches to spare, and the life that he wants.
A stranger to the world, in his own war
Deep inside his spirit lies, waiting for
The day it arrives. And the time will forbid.
He plays his stringed instrument like a kid,
Never weary or prone to nervous freeze,
If only life could flow with such ease.
For nothing seems to go right on this quest,
Always in the middle, and never the best.
Steadily floundering like a fish on land,
Never quite sure if the tide will expand.
The strings that tremble at the fingers’ blows
Releasing a melody that no one knows.
Time has come today, and change has occurred.
Who will accept, and who won’t? It’s absurd.
It’s all so trivial anyway, it seems -
The new melody that divides the new dreams.