The Song

It's confusing, the way the song is made. It can tell so much With so little use of words. When I hear these words, They so much as motivate me more than I think they should. I begin to play the song over and over, and several times again. The words mesmerizing my being, clinging to my mind. But then I catch myself singing the words, Serenading a crowd of no one For I had always like the feeling of loneliness. I try to stop myself But the words flow from my lips like liquid. I know just what I am saying, but the meaning is lost to me. Such a beautiful noise I was creating. But dumbfounded I was.. When the song comes to an end And the lyrics came no more. I close my eyes And start to think to myself, It's confusing, the way the song is made.