Clout

Sam Frybyte
Sep 1, 2018 · 1 min read

a song

If I take my words/ set them to music
What is the message/ I wish to sing?
If no one listens/closely to the meaning
What is the meaning I bring?
When my throat opens/ melody falls out
The words lose their power/meaning loses clout

Since you don’t have the time to repeat
Listening again to my words is unlikely

Should I take my guitar/ the words and the chords
Pack it all up / Head homeward
I hope there was a point/ for figuring it out
Giving the meaning/ some power some clout

But there’s no demand/ for each song again
No way to get/ someone to understand

The guitar case is empty/ the loose change is mine
The guy in charge of busking/ tells me it’s time
So I pack it up/ homeward bound
words left on the sidewalk/ no meanings to be found

My words scattered in the wind
Can’t know what they were about
Just know once heard/ they have no clout

So I’m going home
I’ll write some more
Can’t stop myself

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