I'd Make a Terrible Songwriter

I Sing
(a song)
by: Rob Paquin

Here I am, going
And I'm going too Long
There I am stepping
I'm just stepping along
Where I am growing
They say I'm growing too strong
Still standing here singing
I'm just singing my song

My melodies in harmony
Lyrics flowing
Flowing free
Making rhymes from everything
It's my song you hear
I sing

The world is set to spinning
And it's spinning right out
People always talking
Using whispers and shouts
They can't grab my attention
When my A. D. D.'s out
And when my O.C.D. hits
I'll be cleaning my house

My melodies in harmony
Lyrics flowing
Flowing free
Making rhymes from everything
As you listen to these words
I sing

Time is always slipping
Slipping into space
Feet are always tripping
Trying to find some grace
All the rhymes are rhyming
With these thoughts I've interlaced
Chalk lines on my body
And my outline's getting traced

The words are always working
Working oh so fine
When I take and twist them
Twist them into rhyme
Lyrics always dancing
Dancing through my mind
Singing songs
Righting wrongs
But now I'm out of time

My melodies in harmony
Lyrics flowing
Flowing free
Another soundtrack on the breeze
A soundtrack of verse and rhyme
I sing

~The Snowdog