I. Machine

I need to return to the place I felt important,
Where something mattered,
Something counted as more than
Words on a page with a melody and a beat.
So if you smile when I sing,
Smile when I speak.
If I spoke more often then maybe
All of the thoughts in my head wouldn't drive me crazy.

So I'm back on the floor where I sat years ago,
Pen to paper, just letting the words flow
From my fingertips and into the pen
Then my heart spills out and I'm left cleaning it up again.
I want this to be passionate like it used to be,
Unlearn all the music, unlearn me.

1/100, 10 May 2010