Oh, Nothing Really

Hello,
I'm rather tired at the moment, and not feeling very energetic. I'm in a very distinct mood, and I often feel like just playing something on the piano that fits my mood perfectly when I'm like this. However, I can't compose worth beans and I couldn't improvise a decent sounding phrase if my life depended on it. So I usually just go and play something. However, this time I decided to write a little something, so here it is. I'm sure the title of this is making more sense now. This isn't really anything, just something I sort of quick wrote and proof read once. I'll post it below, and then I'm going to go play the piano. ;)


I Guess I’ll Stick with Writing

I feel rather distant and tired.
If my composing weren’t all expired
I’d play something new I want to hear.
I can’t write music, but I mustn’t fear,
Words often do as I command,
Though why I cannot understand.

Of course, they don’t always cooperate,
And spelling is sometimes and issue.
But music’s worse, where I can’t get a note
That wasn’t written by someone great.
So words are what I must pursue,
Though I shouldn’t blurt them just by rote.

Apparently my expression’s better
When I work with word and letter.


The Owner, Heirron