the page is blank before me and I don’t know what to do
so much is going on within me, how to get it through
will the words I use describe well, the feelings that are there
or will they cause misunderstanding, to speak them – ah dinnae dare!
how often are things filtered through the understanding of our mind
if we’re having a bad day, things can seem unkind
if we’re having a good day, things can seem so good
depending on what our filters are, will affect what we’ve understood
alot can be said about nothing, alot of words can be used to describe
alot of verbs and nouns and adjectives can give a particular vibe
I find words can bring alot of confusion, I find words can bring comfort so pure
I find words can be your greatest enemy, I find words can be the perfect cure
I heard words can be like toothpaste, squeezed out of a tube in a rush
once out you cannot return them, so you better have a good brush!
this ode is really about something, and nothing all at the same time
like so many things in this life, to discover the meaning sublime
I’d better head off now to rest, for another day is almost at an end
I must get some sleep before morning or I’ll simply go round the bend
