Distracted

The words that flow into each song

Are here inside my mind

But it just seems like with all dreams

I just don’t have the time

If I just sat down to write all day

Many songs, many words would fall under my sway

The sheer multitude of things I could make

Makes my inner maker spirit ache

But still it’s enough that they come piece by piece

Any amount’s enough as long as it won’t cease

My will is my want, and I want all that I will

Come to pass until I’ve had my fill