I,piano, give you (insert name) permission to create X (whatever it is as long as it isn’t too destructive or harmful to anyone including yourself)

If you are waiting around for someone to tell you 
you have their permission,
To show up and have a voice in this excruciating noisey world,
Well, I give it to you.
But really you need to give it to yourself.


Go to the cabin and shut yourself in with your guitar and hit record
Stay there until you write your first album
Don’t have a cabin?
Or the time to stay?
Find the cracks in the day.

Turn off your damn phone
And pick up a pen 
Or paintbrush.
Whatever it is that calls 
And something is always calling your name.

It is just hard to hear sometimes.
We shut it out with all our doubt and insecurity.
We are too tired, too busy


No one is going to give you permission 
Also there isn’t one path, they don’t all lead to greatness
They are still worth the stumbling along.

They lead somewhere, 
I don’t know where
You have to go and find out 

Watch out for the roots sticking out from the ground
They will get you each time.