Thinking Aloud
03/01/2010 11:44 p.m.
A Small Rant

Frustration runs deep through thought
Feelings jumbled, wanting so very much
The ability to make my voice
Sound to my and others ears
As it does in my head

However when I open my mouth
Flat, dull, toneless sound emerges
How can my head hear it,
Yet my voice refuse to utter it

Bee-bop, bubblegum is so very easy
There the up’s and down’s just come naturally,
The reverence I feel, the awe, the humbleness,
All come out in a sort of monotone

Frustration grows larger note by note
Till the microphone flies from my hands
Back into the stand
And cursing my inability…

I turn once again to the keys
My fingers can hit with practiced ease…
Is practice therefore the answer?
Perhaps…

I am currently Bothered
I am listening to rants in my head