For the first time in my life, it's like I can't put my feelings into words I'm out of time and out of breath, it's not my turn If I knew anything, it was how to talk I could rhyme before I could walk I could yell, I could whine, I could rant, I could sing But now it's as if I can't do anything. My goo-goos and ga-gas were melodic and sweet But I'm all out of words. I've been beat.
I couldn't actually write poetry before I could walk. Actually, I could write well before I could walk well I still can't walk well. I fall down a lot.