My brain can’t handle strict instruction.

What is it you’re still wanting from me?

Meanings have many fluctuations.

I need pure words to liberate me,

inspire me and set me free.

The key to all this is a love of the sounds,

and when I use all the tricks of the trade

with substance poetic, and lyrical verse

and something to wrap my tongue around,

even if I only write nonsense

the meaning at last is often profound.