
What do I have to prove to anyone
The sun, the moon, the stars
Do I have to prove my very existence
What I have, would it take you far

When I think about my existence
I wonder why I’m alive
I wonder why I spent so much time
Listening to others and trying to arrive

I can write a poem
And make it look uneven
Showing flaws to all
I cover up when I’m not breathing

The mistakes I make
I right my wrongs
I’m longing for much more
The notes to all my songs
I can’t follow the crowd

My melody flows all wrong
I prefer to be just myself
And write my own song
So here I sit with pen and paper
Wondering where my flow went
I write whatever comes to mind
I can’t deny what my muse sent
