I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’m going
All I know is that I am here
I am always here
Everyday it’s a new “here”
And that’s always where I seem to beI want to write the song
That brings out my heart
That the world will sing
But all that comes out is
These little words
On a page flapping in the windI want this to mean something
It must all amount to something
Something more than an experience
That I can’t form into words
And no one asks about
Blast from the past:
Ineffableness
Immeasurability
Deification