There will be more words to say Than songs that I can write Choosing what I want to bring Will leave some far behind I know a tale for you A message and a poem The thoughts that I'm going to share Depend on where I roam I'll tell you of my heartbreaks And things that make me weak This voice is growing tired So let my fingers speak My interpretations and questions Read for understanding Right or wrong Put together pieces Some parts alone Lifting all restrictions In favour of progress Why all the rhyming In circles you may run Though with less branches More bedlam can be fun Melody and rhythm will control Won't you just drift away Let the image flow Language and word-smithing Sounds will guide me Finding choices in the maze Different flavours of the same Even drafts contain a ray Metaphor a new pathway Twisting lines to poetry As long as it makes sense to me Cannot lead so easily And it doesn't have to be followed