Formal education will make you a living; self education will make you a fortune.
Pen to Paper
Staring at the paper
My pen tapping at my mind
Reaching for the words
To describe this sublime
Make a point to proof read
What proof could I need?
I always start thinking
But all it takes to believe
I wrote the story
you filled in the blanks
we’ll twist the plot
And change the name
The critics talked
but it all came out
Back on top
the story sells
Just one thought
carried on so well
The world will always turn a blind eye.
If I could pay tomorrow
To be like yesterday
I’d beg, I’d steal, I’d borrow
To make it all okay
One more chance at this, love
The things I didn’t say
I would go to battle
Just to save today
And I wrote the story, you filled in the blanks
We’ll twist the plot, and change the name
The critics talked, but it all came out
Back on top, the story sells
And to her, I wrote the most amazing things. I’ve never given her any of them.
Oh, if only she knew. I’d do anything for her
It’s all I got when you’re in my head.
Don’t let the music pile up in your mind. Get it out if you can. Hum it. Play it. Write it. But never forget it. It could be the start of something amazing.
Flame
I am a candle and you are a match,


