Into my craft
I blister my fingers
I cut my hands
I strain my vocal cords
I serenade you
I speak to you
I write for you
I describe your dreams
I watch you eat
While my stomach growls
I take a little break
And you all scowl
I get different food
I'm limited to a few drinks
I'm barely paid
I'm often betrayed
I'm often cheated
I'm doubted and judged
You want commitment to the moment
You want punctuality
You want the best.
Don't I deserve better?
I bare my soul
For that is my craft.