What do I need?

If I am a kid, I need DuckTales
If I am Uncle Scrooge, I need my money bin
If I am a duckling, I need mischief
If I am Magica, I need my dark magic
If I am Launchpad, I need crashes
If I am Duckworth, I need courtesy
If I am a Beagle, I need crime
If I am Gyro, I need inventions
If I am Mrs. Beakley, I need order

If I am hungry, I need food
If I have food, I need everything
If I have everything, I need security
If I have security, I need even more
If I have even more, I need insurance
If I have insurance, I need growth
If I have growth, I need assurance,
If I have assurance, I need appreciation
If I have appreciation, I need fun
If I have fun, I need companion
If I have companion, I need society
If I have society, I need politics
If I have politics, I need adversaries
If I have adversaries, I need leaders
If I have leaders, I need it my way
If I have it my way, I need security
The cycle repeats until I am hungry again
Need becomes greed and greed is need’s gain

If I am myself, what do I need?
If I am content, what do I need?
If I am not greedy, not so much
If I am greedy, everything as such

I Played Some Music Retro

 

I heard the sound of music from heart.
The waves vibrated in my heart.
The wavelengths matched and a lust I found.
Love at first sound with violin I found.

Violin, Fiddle, Stradivarius, Pochette, the name you call
The sound and waves it generates for all
Love, hate, sorrow, sad, happy, nostalgic, ecstatic
The range of emotions four strings generate is bombastic

Restless I was the day it I bought
The sound was not as I had thought
A frog was crying, an elephant was shouting
Patience waned, against the wall I was clouting

A maestro I needed to learn from
To a music school I went in Akron
Sound waves touched my heart again
A truckload of skill I needed to gain

My head was clouded, my mind over confident
My posture was slouched, I was not despondent
At concerts, I dreamed of being center of attraction
Still restless, with violin I didn’t have any traction

Stillness in mind, stillness in body, stillness in thought
Emotions don’t run amok; I can’t be a wild goat
Straight head, relaxed shoulders, erected spine, flat violin
Flexible right hand, wrist straight, to achieve I needed a gin

With violin meditation, I learned to be still
Still mind, still body, still thought, emotions were nil
Months I learned posture, years I became maestro
Many concerts I led, I played some music retro