There is always a poem adrift in my soul
A word or a phrase, just a part, not the whole
Alert, waiting feelings, impressions or clues
What I am to me or what you am to you.
I think in parade songs, in lyric and rhyme
But I try to translate to
Fit in with the time.
I try not to singsong
My thoughts, words, or feelings
For the sensible man is left
His head reeling,
When quite unexpected I break into song
Where lyrics and movie lines don’t quite belong
In pleasant conversation
They sound quite absurd
My disguise is lost, I’m revealed as a nerd
Of greatest proportions and amply supply
When iambic pentameter soars to the sky.
Oh why bother? I wonder, the struggle is real,
In a world of keep cool, when I feel how I feel!
That the world is a wonder and I wonder why
Everyone is not smitten to rhyme and sing, oh fly!
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