I’ve been writing new lyrics down.
Although, good words have yet to be written,
I’m not getting up and I’m not quittin.
So long as I remain sittin,
I’ll find the perfect letters
and cram them cozily together,
so they’ll be just a little bit better
than the first time around.
When the words begin to make that sound
forming the beginning of a simple lyric.
I’ll quietly draw nearer to hear it:
the voice of that wandering spirit.
I’ve no reason to fear it.
It’s volunteered every appearance
and engineered a quite unique experience.
I’ve enjoy these little visits from a higher ground.