Don’t you just love it, that moment in time
When you have been lacking a half decent rhyme
When sentences started do not feed the next
When what your next verse is is leaving you vexed
When that first line reads like a Shakespeare or Byron
But every line two, trips a ‘Bad Gramma’ siren
When that one idea that was smart or ironic
Turns out to be, at its best… embryonic
When nothing else gels in that dark empty space
That lingers above and behind a blank face
The grey matter there that is tired and stressed
Has let you down badly… by doing its best
When all of this and much more is the truth
Suddenly you could go dance on the roof
You dare not presume that you’ve pulled back that hood
But penning one poem feels so Goddammed good.
Here are the lyrics:
Got a dream that seems so far
With just himself and an old guitar
Taking a ride to a roadside bar
Plugging in to be a big big star.
Chorus
Just a young man and a 40 year plan
And workin that plan day and night
Cause a wife and child wont let him be wild
Got his whole damn life on the line
But dont cry for this man
He's making his stand
Cause the 40 year plan is goddammed lie
Ain't looking to rob no one
But been working two jobs son
Ain't enough week left at the end of the money
Man he's laughing but it ain't funny
When you're working a 40 year plan
Bossman calling at 5am
Gotta find them keys man
Little one's sleeping all upside down
Old lady passed out from a night on the town
She's working the 40 year plan
Got home just a little late
Trooper pulled over on the interstate
Talking bout smelling some beer or some moonshine,
Step out biy and walk the line
Cause I'm working my own 40 year plan
But tonight's a big shot
Give it all that he's got
Put a tear in aone young girl's eye
Break out of the plan this time
The particles,
spreading a weird cult.
You were colliding with moons
daily.
It was a bird call
under a gilded, cold, dark
sky. The desire was immense
than the meet.
You just wanted to feel
the hurt;flaunting an
erosion. A coherently large
body. Is that a mass-
of goddammed invisible ?
It was my harvested pain,
the lost virginity of a
spot. The exit war starts
for a gentle colossus.
Satish Verma