Things were slow this week
It was easier to stay in bed
I chose to get more sleep
Rather than face myself again
Is it just depression
Working its way into my brain
Or is it a form of rebellion
At having to get up at 5 day after day
Well, one thing’s true and one thing’s right
Through long work days and shortened nights
Whether in the dark or in the light
I have not yet begun to write.
Things were weird this week
I didn’t get my pages done
Before work, so I had to sneak
And steal away under the gun
But I managed to do it
I got my thoughts onto the page
It was tough but I got through it
And maybe it was just a growing stage
With all the sounds and all the sights
With all the lines clichéd and trite
There is no wrong, there is no right
I have not yet begun to write.
Things were funky this week
I went through my waking hours in a daze
Some kind of confusing streak
Was shrouding my vision in a haze
I couldn’t see too far ahead
But the other choice was sliding back
The thought of that filled me with dread
So I fought to keep myself on track
The threat of slipping back into the deep black night
Was in no way imagined or slight
I had to put up a fight to maintain my right
I have not yet begun to write.
Because it’s my duty to speak the truth
Even if it’s “incorrect” or uncouth
Even if it goes against the grain
And stirs up a mini-hurricane
With piano and paper, computer and pen
I’ll expose and condemn, and protect and defend
I will fight for what’s right
With all my might
I have not yet begun to write!
©2023 The Hesh Inc.
This one goes back to late 2002 or early 2003, when I was working as a limo driver as a stopgap between being laid off from my publishing job in the wake of 9/11, and moving to California. Trying to find time to write, especially when I felt I had a lot to say, was always a challenge. And sometimes, it was easier to write about not being able to write what I wanted to write about, than actually writing it. It continues to be a struggle, after several cross-country moves and upgrades in my job situation that required increasing degrees of responsibility and commitment.
The music for this song is actually a fast-paced, minor-key rocker that I composed a number of years before when I was living in Philadelphia. I have written several sets of lyrics to this music but I never actually performed it outside of a rehearsal room.
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