ConMUSEion

In a bizarre and unfamiliar twist of events the muses have presented inspiration in an almost unrecognizable format. A while back I sat down to spew on to my followers the woes of an all too familiar feeling, loneliness and the inner workings of the insecurities that somehow make it in to our day-to-day. However, when my fingers took to the keyboard it ultimately rendered a composition that somehow rhymed, contained only few commas, and what was very strange to my usual portrayal of thought, no run-on sentences! (I know, I couldn't believe it either).
But nonetheless, it was a relief to get these feelings out, despite the unfamiliarity of it's configuration. The format it has taken on appears to be, for lack of a better word, song. Now this is a dangerous road, seeing as my musical talent is restricted to the harmonica verse of "Piano man" and undoubtedly out-of-tune yelps to the latest Enrique Iglesias song when no one is watching. But as I've always said, this blog is more for me than anyone else, even though I must confess I love the feedback and am grateful for the followers. So without further ramblings here is my latest installment of "figuring it out as I go".


Well she said she was leaving, I've been gone since '98,
I said I'd leave the light on she said don't stay up and wait.
It'd been a long time coming but still she seemed surprised,
The color scale had turned to gray in my lackluster eyes.

Conversation had turned to weather for a lack of a connection,
And she had chalked her exit up to a lack of a direction.
Can't miss what you never had but you sure can miss the plans,
But I had missed it all from the second we locked hands.

And we could toss the blame but we know just where it falls,
She missed the pre-me part of her more than she missed my calls.
The space between the lack of words is where I hid the pain,
And the cover up was just enough to drive a man insane.

When she asks where I went wrong I'll tell her from hello, Can't use her as a filler for that emptiness below. She heard me say that August day that it was over from the start, And her poker face could had the spades but mine can hide the heart.

So I'll let it be and let her leave, she was already on her way, I'll wish her well no need to dwell tomorrows a new day. But if she's back and if she asks I'll know just what to say, I'll tell her I'd be gone since the one that got away.