Say what you mean and mean what you say.

If only I could hold that thought.

If only I could stay focused long enough

For whimsical fantasies to fly bye

Like migrating birds in the sky.

If I didn’t have to come up for air

And stay submerged in productive activity

A workaholic me? No just musing on a theme.

I take one breath and breathe out two.

Double minded you could say,

I would say distracted in mid life crisis.

Pinning for my lost youth

Stay true to your aim,

The plaguing miss understood

Thoughts might stop.

Realise your final potential,

Amid this momentary trough

Be keen and steadfast, concentrate your mind.

Realise this moment can last

And be etched on the canvas of time.

Write that poem, choose that word,

Edit that stanza, read that verse.

Whispers are heard, from all the critics

Saying his rhyme is all he has, dogmatic boors I call them

A lyricist like this the’ve never heard.

I write lyrics in time with rhyme and free verse

Belonging to the creative power

Invested in me, my calling before

Being born into this fluxious universe.

If only I could speak as clear as brass

Without the need to rehearse

I would write for the stage and not the page

Amongst my peers and stand corrected and erect

Like the pillars the stay the good old earth.