It’s always a challenge to set out not to rhyme in the usual pattern – songs usually rhyme, but poetry doesn’t need to. It’s often hard to hold onto uneven lines; not to have 4 or 8 lines… I’ve tried some new ideas in this one.
What I Need To Be
You can whisper with the west wind
You can roar when there’s a storm
But either way, no matter what you say
I just might not need your preaching tone
I just might know what I need to be
And it just might not fit your sense of me
You can laugh and say you’re listening
You can bark that I’ve been heard
But either way, no matter what you say
I just know that you don’t comprehend
I just might know what I need to be
And it just might not fit your sense of me
You can boast your mind is open
You say, call me anytime
But either way, no matter what you say
You’ll just turn and run the other way
I just might know what I need to be
And it just might not fit your sense of me
You just might have blanked me for the final
time
I know all your secrets, and I’m walking away
And I love that about me
Yep, I love that about me