The World Is A Very Beautiful Place

Blocked Beauty
by: Rob Paquin

I seek to write of beautiful things
But my soul has become so tainted
That whenever I sit and type
My words come out un-Sainted

But as I look upon the world
There's beauty that I see
And all the words I'd wish to use
Don't come naturally

I see the flower and feel the rain
I sit under the leafy tree
I feel the wind and the scent it carries
Sometimes it sets me free

But then I sit down and try to type
To catch the feelings deep inside
I try to capture the beautiful
And end with words that cried

Someday I may just flick the switch
And channel better muses
But for now I'll just type away
Working through abuses


~The Snowdog