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
Already rhymed
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

Why do my songs rhyme?
Why do they keep time?
Why are my songs mine?
Where do they come from?
Why I have thoughts that fit into a rhyming structure, if I can cut and clip them to fit then they can't be all that valuable. Why do I feel my songs must be pretty? Why do I want them to be in tune? Why do I wrote songs in the first place. I'm sure it's not for pleasing you. Why's the timing always the same? Why must the rhyming be so lame? Why must you be such a pain? I don't 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.