I know since I have blogged its been long,
Was just waiting for the perfect song,
But I guess I just got the idea wrong,
Perfection follows a journey, lifelong.
So I decided to just sit right down,
To write of the thoughts that goes around,
In my head, over and over again as a record rewound,
Seems like it requires a place abound.
I think of paint, I think of crease,
I think of letting my thoughts just freeze,
I think of a fine hand, I think of release,
In just the fashion I see it, piece by piece,
I see me colored in my own paint,
Of the outer world I have some idea faint,
My wishes are pure, but my fears taint,
The color of my life is growing quaint,
I sit with books, my work, my day,
Dreaming of a picture I put on my tray,
I can't stop floating going astray,
Yet of commitment I don't dare to say.
Will try today, will try tomorrow,
Today or tomorrow I will get narrow.
Will make a choice as I believe is destined,
Its only a game, I'll win over my doubting mind.
Till then I will hold on....
Will continue to write some imperfect songs!!!!!
