It seems the time to write has come,
So I'm led to believe, though deaf and dumb,
My ears aren't as sharp as they may have been before;
I've forgotten to use the whetstone with a mind towards the Lord...
So here am I, watching myself, watching films of myself,
And how very odd--
If You'll permit me God--
To watch me as though I were someone else.
Oh, boy, my thoughts and here, there and thither tonight,
Scattered and battered and untethered tonight,
I keep writing bad rhymes, my meter's out of line,
Oh, God, what shall I do with myself?!
So, it seems to the time to write has come,
And here I am, both deaf and dumb,
Straining for words that I've already heard,
Straining for wisdom I already know...
How I'm scattered tonight.
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