I have this condition
Be it blessing or curse
That most of my thoughts are in rhyme.
I don’t think this affliction
Could possibly be worse
When I can’t write my words down in time.
The thoughts in my head
Make so much more sense
When the pattern is something I feel.
And usually my thoughts
Are much more intense
When I find that my soul needs to heal.
I don’t think this affliction
Could possibly be worse
When I can’t write my words down in time.
It’s the same when emotions
Are running on high
And my happiness can’t be contained.
I turn to my rhymes
On which I rely
To keep passions from being restrained.
I don’t think this affliction
Could possibly be worse
When I can’t write my words down in time.
So if you see me scrambling
To find scraps of paper
To capture the thoughts in my soul…
Know I’m cheering or rambling –
We’ll celebrate later
Once my mind – and my heart – are both whole.