Man Wearing A Hoodie ( 2nd version ) Quilted Patterns ( 2nd version ) Blue Testimony  Let the winds of change Pluck the strings of a guitar  I am unable to obtain. For my voice must recite the blues, on its own. It is my story, my pain, climbing the walls of truth and spiritual injustice.  The wretched days possess my time. But not my soul. Neither shall they hook claws into my stories, that are told, by this singing ache, I must release. It is my blues. My testimony. I realize that being a " niche " artist gets a person alot of attention on Instagram. And I could be this type of artist, but I would also be miserable. It works well, for some, but not others. I am a very complex individual. There are several layers that define me as a person. I can focus on one particular subject, for a period of time. But, I will have to change my focus, to other things that matter to me, in my life. And this might not interest my followers, or any potential newcomers. But it is the risk,...