In my Head there is a Poet
May 29th 2008 23:02
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In my Head there is a Poet
In my head there is a poet
And he's writing constantly
Performing for an audience of one
In my head there is a poet
And he's composing fragments of my thoughts
Reciting them as they fade into a faulty memory
He toils at his work
He jumps and twirls
He wants to be heard
He wants to deserve that one day he'll write it down.
In my head there is a poet
And he speaks too fast for me to write
Rapping on the bus as the city lumbers by
In my head there is a poet
And I want to be him, to set him free
Blowing the dandelion as the floaters fill the air.
And he's writing constantly
Performing for an audience of one
In my head there is a poet
And he's composing fragments of my thoughts
Reciting them as they fade into a faulty memory
He toils at his work
He jumps and twirls
He wants to be heard
He wants to deserve that one day he'll write it down.
In my head there is a poet
And he speaks too fast for me to write
Rapping on the bus as the city lumbers by
In my head there is a poet
And I want to be him, to set him free
Blowing the dandelion as the floaters fill the air.
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