when i had the time
i wrote down every rhyme
that happened itself upon
my mind in the john
or walking along
humming a song
a light would pop on
and before it was gone
a pen and a prayer
would keep it there
on the page in my head
the page i've never read
the one i cannot hold
until the story has been told
and when that day has come
i'll know i'm finally done
then i at last i'll rest
knowing while not the best
it was better than nothing
at least i did something.
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