Post by WikkidDreams on Jun 1, 2005 13:34:21 GMT -5
I turn the page,
An untouched clean slate,
Only I decide,
It's fate.
I write what I feel,
The words come to me,
This pen and my thoughts,
Create what the song will be.
Where's the song headed?
What story is told?
What hidden meaning,
Is there to unfold?
Searching for the word,
That fits just right,
Must find that word,
If it takes all night.
Poems are puzzles,
Just think about it.
And words are pieces,
Waiting to fit.
An untouched clean slate,
Only I decide,
It's fate.
I write what I feel,
The words come to me,
This pen and my thoughts,
Create what the song will be.
Where's the song headed?
What story is told?
What hidden meaning,
Is there to unfold?
Searching for the word,
That fits just right,
Must find that word,
If it takes all night.
Poems are puzzles,
Just think about it.
And words are pieces,
Waiting to fit.