Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Unchained

I shy away from poems because I know I'm not a poet
Rhyming is not my strength and I already know it
But I'll give it a shot
I mean, sure why not?

So I'm standing in this empty room, shouting at the top of my voice
But it's all good
This profession is a result of my choice
An audience isn't something I absolutely require
This ship is sailing on the winds of my own desire
And it's sailing fast
Over seas of glass and storms so vast
I don't even know where we're going
But we're going

I don't need a class or a book to show me where to look
Inspiration is everywhere, you can feel it in the air
Stars in the sky, leaves on the ground
As long as the earth spins 'round and 'round
And I have a place to jot it all down I'll be right here
Pecking away on this dirty keyboard where all my hopes and dreams are stored
But it's okay, I like kinda it that way

I don't need hits on a page, I'm not looking for fame
I don't care if the world knows my name
Or if I'm forgotten
And thrown away for like a tomato so rotten
I'm just one guy fighting fears, occasionally shedding a few tears
Trying to make a dent on this rock we call Earth
A bunch of followers doesn't add credibility or worth

I'll keep telling myself until I believe it's true
The truth is I don't need you
Empty stage or full house
Booming voice or squeak of a mouse
I'll say what I think and write what I feel
I'm the captain of this dingy and I alone hold the wheel
I'm just a pile of walking experiences and expectations
And even though I have no clear destination
I'm gonna keep walking until I find something new
And I promise you I'll get there with or without you

I'll write my own song, I'll dance to my own beat
I don't need your approval to walk on my own two feet
I'll tell my own story
No flashing lights or golden glory
Whether you're here or not I'm gonna write
From the darkness of night until I can see the light

This rant is really long
But we're coming to the end of the song
So I'll finish in stride
You can join me and come along for the ride
Or you can stand there and watch me fly
That's your choice--I've already made mine
I'm gonna do my thing 'til the sun refuses to shine

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