It's Not About You

When you hear this old tune, get it stuck in your head, And though your wife’s talking, you don’t hear what she said. ‘Cuz your mind is off elsewhere, stewing over a verse. Not sure it’s a blessing; it’s more like a curse. No matter the setting, no silence on roam; You jot down the rhymes or record on your phone. It consumes all your brain cells; it’s like a disease When the muse starts back flowing, yes, flowing with ease. So you’d best pay attention and write it all down, Because there will be times when she’s not around. At those times, you feel lonely, like something’s amiss, and you’ll think back longingly to times like this. Not sure it’s heroic, or an old cowboy song; just know that it flows well and moves right along. Seems it pours easily, like trying to breathe, So I go with the flow and I hope she won’t leave. Some say it’s a blessing, some say it’s a curse, Don’t know where I’ll be when I get the next verse. But it will distract me; I’ll be staring in space. Just know that I’m getting the meter in place. It’s not my disinterest in what you might say; That silly old muse has just snatched me away. I won’t make excuses; I won't, ‘cuz it’s true. Just take some small comfort; it’s not about you.