Rhyming dictionary in one hand, pen in the other
Guitar lying next to me, like a little brother.
Words swirling around, dancing in my head
What is to be read, and what left unsaid.
Strum on my guitar, play a little note
What single topic am I to promote?
I dance around a little, just to get in tune
And even though I act serious, I probably look like a loon.
And even though I try to find some simple inspiration
I doze off somewhere else, and lose my concentration.
Words fall on the paper in front of my eyes
You may call this crazy, that's no big surprise.
Grab the paper and a pen and soon, I start to soar
It's so very simple, yet
