These words I see inside my head,
And by them I am surely lead.
The truth is that I have no clue,
Just why I choose the words I do.
I feel the rhythm in my heart,
And that is where my rhyming starts.
And so a pen and pad I find,
To scribe the words inside my mind.

But though I see the words you read,
It doesn't come so easily.
For even though my lines all rhyme,
To write each one takes lots of time.
I weigh each line, each word I choose,
So that the tempo I don’t lose.
And in the end I have some thing,
That makes the paper seem to sing.