I sit and I write,
these words keep falling,
down onto the page of this book that I’m holding.
Words fill this place, thoughts in every space,
drowning in noise, I need to get things straight.
But, I sit and I write,
all these words moving,
around and around, never sure where we’re going.
Sometimes I get there and sometimes I don’t,
there’re many dead ends at the end of these notes.
Still, I sit and I write,
I just keep going,
words storming, forming, into something worth saying.
There’s a brand new dawn here, something much more here.
I use these words to make things more clear.
So, I sit and I write,
doesn’t matter the direction,
as long as you and I make some kind of connection.
Inspiration, feeling, distraction, emotion,
this fleeting notion.
That you were here and you heard,
some of these fallen down, mixed up words.
Yes, it matters that you’re here and it matters that you came, it matters that you listened to things that I had to say.
Because this is my up, this is my down, this is my smile and this is my frown. This is my journey and this is my fight.
So I sit…
And I write…