There will be more words to say
Than songs that I can write
Choosing what I want to bring
Will leave some far behind
I know a tale for you
A message and a poem
The thoughts that I'm going to share
Depend on where I roam
I'll tell you of my heartbreaks
And things that make me weak
This voice is growing tired
So let my fingers speak
My interpretations and questions
Read for understanding
Right or wrong
Put together pieces
Some parts alone
Lifting all restrictions
In favour of progress
Why all the rhyming
In circles you may run
Though with less branches
More bedlam can be fun
Melody and rhythm will control
Won't you just drift away
Let the image flow
Language and word-smithing
Sounds will guide me
Finding choices in the maze
Different flavours of the same
Even drafts contain a ray
Metaphor a new pathway
Twisting lines to poetry
As long as it makes sense to me
Cannot lead so easily
And it doesn't have to be followed