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Friday, Apr/19/2013 1:25pm

Poetry Corner Friday: songwriter

I wrote a song today
or I tried to.
I found out halfway through
it had already been written
it had already been written by
it had already been written by me.

I let the words flow

I wrap my self
around myself
and hold my pen close.

It’s just a pen
hovering over

There might have been music already playing.

What is this my life
when words and music flow
in an endless loop
from hand to pen
pen to page
page to ether
condensing again
onto my hand
without changing
becoming meaninful
giving life or taking it
or even making a sound?

What is this my life?

I did not write a song today.
I didn’t even
I didn’t even really
I didn’t even really listen

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