Why do my songs rhyme?
Why do they keep time?
Why are my songs mine?
Where do they come from?
What are they for?
You wanna know
If I can cut and clip my thoughts
They must not be that valuable
But you are wrong
About this song
The thoughts arrive
They already fit
Into the mould
I string them out onto the keyboard
All I add is punctuation
Why do I feel my songs must be pretty?
Why do I want them to be in tune?
Why do I write these songs in the first place?
I may not know
But it's not for pleasing you.
Why is the timing always the same?
Why must the rhyming always be so lame?
Why must you always be such a pain?
I must not know the answer.
I write because I like to write
I write because I need to
I write because the thoughts arrive
And I can't let them go
I wish I had more imagination
I wish I made songs far more different
The sentiments are pure and right
The rhythms need so much more effort
But still the thought-forms keep arriving
Shadow songs echo in my head
The echos build to a crescendo then
Another rhyme is being said
And still I weep
For those I miss
The little thoughts
That slip away
The brilliant flash
Of purest insight
That fades to nothing
In waking's light