Another day gone by and I still don't have a song. It's gone from frustration to sheer annoyance. The whole thing is right there in my head, but no amount of prodding or force can help it to escape. Even if I write something down, it doesn't feel right. It isn't the right emotion. They aren't the right words. It doesn't matter. Something is always wrong. One day, though. One day...
I've come back to this place again. This three-o'cock-in-the-morning place. This no refrain from pain place. I think I'll just settle down here. I can't keep coming to visit like this. It costs too much. I might as well stay. I think too much for my own good, and I talk too much for my heart to handle. I guess I wasn't ready to face it. Not as ready as I thought I was, at least. It doesn't happen that often, though. In a few hours I'll be gone again.
As I re-read the previous paragraph, I realize something: I think I've just written my song.
Removing myself from the abstract prose I've been writing, I'm pleased to say that I've finally made a decision about school. I'm staying here. For a few years, anyway. I'll be a vocal performance major, which will make it as enjoyable as it is inexpensive. I'll be getting a generous scholarship from my voice teacher, and since I don't have to pay tuition here, they will essentially be paying me to go to school. I happen to think that's a pretty good deal.
Anyway, I'm out. I need to write this song before I lose it.
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