For so long I went looking
For the House of Song
Plans I was cooking
To find it it all along
I thought that it was elsewhere
But oh how I was wrong
When I found out how to share
It was right here all along
I was always waiting
For inspiration to strike
Ever anticipating
Before I would actually write
The first word is the hardest
The first note hard to find
That's what I would tell myself
While wasting all my time
Slave to my emotions
Punishing my mind
All that is a notion
I now leave behind
Now I can observe
The feelings that I get
But them I do not serve
It's them who serve me yet
No slave to sadness or to joy
These things do not own me
With my mind they do not toy
Or colour what I see
Mindfulness and meditation
Keep my self intact
A little help from medication
And I am ready to act
Creation is a process
You can take it step by step
A starting point, a finish line
And a little bit of prep
Break it down by numbers
And jump in with step one
By the end you will be much less dumber
And your own creation done
Make appointments to do your work
And keep them all the time
Face your fear of the blank page
And attack it with a rhyme
It doesn't have to be the best
Just something to get started
So usher in all of the rest
Of the ideas uncharted
Don't let sadness get you down
Don't let joy delude you
Don't run and run all over town
Searching for some new truth
Stop thinking "Oh if only I"
And start "Now I only do"
You'll hit your high
You'll soar, you'll fly
And it will be true