Thoughts of a Song Writer

From my thoughts on the paper in which it lies, My everlasting passion is inked as it dries. The way I feel inside, you might want to spy, But if you pry, how will my lyrics surprise? A song for thought will only leave a thought. May sound difficult, but that’s just how I talk. I was lost, but I found me. Dreaming and believing that writing was my key. The way it flows and the way that it goes pumps me to speak the very thoughts that many minds chose to keep. Many rocks I’ve kicked and many decisions I’ve made. Any wrongs I take the blame. Tic-tac-toe is only a game. I plagiarize your eyes with the notes that I’ve taken, A high note here and a low note there- You’d swear I’m in your head when my song hits your ear. Pain recognizes pain And I’ve have my share of bandages. My vibes from life heals the permanent damages. Thoughts of a Songwriter, Reaches farther beyond the beat, Over the lyrics on the sheet, Not only is it about the speech, But more of what the message seeks. True enough a theme is touched and a heart is rushed. With the mind-throbbing picture disappearing Through the ink of my pen and revealed through your lens, You can’t hear me, but do you feel me? I cherish my talent and where it could possibly sweep me. My doubts and my worries are beneath me. I love for brighter days and pray for more things to pave. Call my life my number because its infinite. Thoughts of a Songwriter, My mentality drips it.