Thoughts looming,  
Like a Mountain in the distance.
Forever getting closer,
But never drawing near.

Ideas abound,
The melody emerges.
The embryo of song,
Conceived in the shadows of the mind.

Hear the wave of lyrics
As they crash upon the shoreline.
There’s a song to be sung,
There’s a story to be told.

No time to linger,
No time to delay,
Get now to the paper
Before the thoughts are washed away.

Yield you to the lightening and yield you to the soul.
When the lyrics come you must obey.
Or they will leave you feeling empty,
They will leave you feeling cold.

Thoughts looming,
Like Sugar Mountain in the distance.
Forever getting closer,
But never drawing near.

Ideas abound,
The melody emerges.
The embryo of song,
Conceived in the shadows of the mind.

Stand back,
Give it room,
Let it grow,
In the shadows of the mind

Copyright John McGlynn