"My Song"
Remember that song we used to sing...
How does that one go again?
Something about innocence and laughter
and all those pretty little picturesque scenes,
and curiosity and skinned kneed catastrophes.
Oh, how I yearn to recall one simple word,
hum one melody from a vague broken memory;
How I wish I could have immortalized it.
Remember that song I began to write...
How does that one go again?
The perplexing plethora of emotion;
the words you all heard me whisper;
the song I didn’t even know I was composing
as I free fell into an abyss of nothingness.
Oh, how I wished I could have known nothing
‘cause sometimes that’s better than knowing it all.
Remember how you thought I had nothing to say...
Well here’s my song and all along I’ve been singing--
screaming about nothing and everything all at once
as my very existence became a synonym for acquiesce.
You hear me but are you really listening
as I scream the insecurities I’ve allowed to consume me?
I can’t say I blame you; I don’t listen to myself.
Oh, how I wish I could rewrite what I fear is my fate.
Remember that song we used to sing...
How does that one go again? |