I certainly dodged a bullet
When I threw in the towel as a live musician
Steams flow in digital portals
Siphoning all potential means to live
Phones in front of people’s faces
Apathy reigning over the live singer
Then there were 19 degrees of isolation
As festivals disappeared and possibly on life support until further notice
If I have shed my “music man” identity, then this was the perfect time to do so
I’d rather be known by my other artistic endeavors, writings, or my positive actions
All those who bullied me in the past for being a music fan deserve to shut the Tartaros up
Ospreyshire's Realm 