So many words and so many choices
Different songs and different voices
So many muses awakened and screaming
Confusing the message and losing the meaning
I’m trying to say just one thing at a time
But the subject keeps changing throughout the whole rhyme
‘Til all becomes tangled and scattered together
In ranted insanities twisted and severed
I start to erase every word from existence
Again and again in frustrated persistence
Until only fractional pieces remain
Awaiting their chance to revise once again