i thgouht maybe id spend some time
make my words a little more refined
but, i think it serves me well
to spit these things out
however they may come
no escapes, no deletes
they tell me its some kind of virute
to spend your time correcting yourself
and well while its fine
i just cant do it
that simple escape into myself just aint cutting it
these days im happy just to have 2 lines to myself
i know if i could focus
itd be great
id be great
id write something worth somethign
id say something worth saying
and thered be nothing holding me back
but does it really mean anything
what this decade has told me is
its here for now and gone tomorrow
life rises and falls like the sun
and its always too late to ask
Your thoughts resonate with some of us Ben, although we don’t always see how or why, as the author. I’ve been there myself, more times than I care to remember. I get the absurd idea that it’s okay to make my mad ramblings public and then someone sees something in them that I would never have been aware of in a million years, until they tell me what they see. Keep doing what you do, writing what you write, because it does make sense to some of us.
Thanks Jim, it’s very cathartic for me to shout into the night, I appreciate you for being there to listen to some of it.
‘Shouting into the night’? Been there, done that, for real, in nature. Very fulfilling too!