A Quiet Mind

I wish I could write a song

One like Patsy Cline

But the beats in my head are all wrong 

And I’m too scared to share these feelings of mine

I wish I could be the next Nina Simone

So soulful and so deep

But everything I write is half done 

And some emotions aren’t mine to keep

I want to write about what you’ve done

How you wounded me 

But I couldn’t show you how you won

And I don’t want the world and you to see

I want to learn to write songs

But my hours are too short 

And my minutes are too long 

I wish my stories had a melody 

A beat to my ever stale rhyme

But how can I make music when there’s only silence in my mind?