just thinking

I'd love to write a song,
that means more than just little words,
letters on a paper,
put together in a sentence,
in a fragment,
in a metaphor of desire,
n a work of art that someday i can show my son or daughter.

But it all just comes out wrong,
people look at me like I'm a moron,
and i stare at my thoughts like one day some day maybe,
i can write something to help us all get along.

I can't help but dream,
It helps me stay alive,
helps me want,
helps me thrive,
for desire,
but i always get to tired,
and iput away my thoughts,
wrap them up in tiny knots,
and i hope that one day someday maybe,
I can help cure the pain I've fought.