R
Robert Harrison
Guest
NO CLEAR THOUGHTS ON WHAT I WISH TO SAY
CAN I BRING TO MY MIND THIS FINE DAY.
THERE ARE IDEAS FLOATING AROUND,
FINGERS MAKE NO SOUND,
AND THE KEYBOARD
REMAINS SILENT
TODAY.
(SAY AH!)
TODAY
WILL PASS,
IDEARS WILL COME
AND WHO’S TO KNOW,
PERHAPS NEW VERSES WILL FLOW
AND AS ALL FRUSTRATION BEGINS TO CEASE,
ONCE AGAIN, THESE OLD FINGERS BEGIN TO UNCREASE.
CAN I BRING TO MY MIND THIS FINE DAY.
THERE ARE IDEAS FLOATING AROUND,
FINGERS MAKE NO SOUND,
AND THE KEYBOARD
REMAINS SILENT
TODAY.
(SAY AH!)
TODAY
WILL PASS,
IDEARS WILL COME
AND WHO’S TO KNOW,
PERHAPS NEW VERSES WILL FLOW
AND AS ALL FRUSTRATION BEGINS TO CEASE,
ONCE AGAIN, THESE OLD FINGERS BEGIN TO UNCREASE.