No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

Hey You,

You probably won’t listen to this
Coz let’s face it, we’re a little bit precocious 
And not one to take unsolicited advice 
But one day, in the future,
(From where I’m saying this)
You’re gonna be in a band.
You’ll stand on stages in hot sticky pubs 
With some of the folks you love the most
And people in front of you will sing along 
And some of them are wearing t-shirts with your *actual* band on
Or have little pin badges stuck to their jackets
Just like the Nirvana ones you so covet
You and your pals will make a hell of racket 
You’ll make it, my love.
You’ll make it.

You’ll make an actual living from performing 
Despite what that careers advisor is about to tell you
I know you won’t listen to his grey monotone 
But there might come a day when another voice breaks through 
And tells you, you can’t. You shouldn’t. You won’t. 
But hey, trust me (and therefore yourself)
You can. You should. You will.
You do. 

Sure it’s unstable, and it takes a while to feel  
Like you’re not the biggest conman in the world,
And yes, there are some less cool things you’ll unavoidably go through, 
But you’ll make it, my love 
You’ll make it. 

Things will take exactly the time they take.
Nothing is wasted
Nothing is broken 

You’ll make it, my love
You’ll make it