The Next Thought Begins
Do I want to write today, or should I let it go I ask myself that question a dozen times or so
I'm not sure about what to write but then again who cares
I can jot some words down here and toss them online there
something rhymed, something prose, scratch all that I just don't know
what I have to write to say I go through this every day
the words are there inside my head, wanting more than something said
just to find a way to be if it wasn't for my doubting me.
Other writers, so eloquent, poets too their time all spent
sure to forms their idea wrote while I piddle like a ghost
on the keys to try to say something worthwhile on this day
something important that could have meaning
but that doesn't seem to be what's scheming
while feeling indifferent to common sense and have no pretext or pretense
to scatter down in patterned schemes to declare that we should aspire, dream
for this or that, for them or others and how I'd rather have my druthers
to quietly sit and look and think without the "had to" bring to ink
some silly lyrics that came to me while I wondered aimlessly
around my life all day today with nothing truly important to say.
Sure, I've read other poets who wrote about all of life's issues
their wanderlust, their passion prose, the social injustice,
but I'm not them, they're kind of depressing
and maybe that is the thought that I'm stressing
I think on a level of light-full cheers to keep away the dreadful tears
that no one wipes away but me cause no one sees things as I see
of wayward ideas, and awkward thoughts and I'd rather do this than all for naught
because I've learned this way to be, denounce the negative for positivity
so my life would grow to be more like my thoughts than what I see
sure everybody knows the classics, and I too have read the poem lists
but I can't relate with their versions of I grew up in my own mind thinking such
that if we all copy from those ideas, we surely would live the lives they lived
a hundred years or more ago and I'm a modern thinking soul
who sees the world at a precipice of moving into a future more like this
where better tomorrows can be prepared able to cure the qualms, and cares
of everyday folks who living this day can find something better to do, to say,
about their conditions, their neighbors and friends, after all that's where life for people begins
among our ideas shared as a whole who can see things improving instead of the old
ways of deceiving, ways to cast down, another's whose life wasn't nearly profound
I imagine improving, I try to stay free away from those things that I don't believe
although I know I can't hide from life that's not the reason for which I write
I know that living is change and grow and yes it should be, I think so
but when we level the field of playing more than enough to stop, just saying
we'll find that there are more than a few who find life could be better viewed
as some new beginning every day something to look forward to when they
wake and see a balanced truth exists more than an angered political list
more than a casual romance and kiss more than some depressions bitterness
then we all live better; maybe I'm dreaming after all it's more productive than cussing and screaming
about all the things I know nothing about think of a moment long enough to find doubt
then toss it behind me, not to think it again oh what to write now, the next thought begins.
