It’s said Keith Richards
Kept a tape recorder by his bed
So that if he was inspired in the night
He didn’t have to go anywhere; just record
Just make noise and see –
Maybe, if it’s the right noise
We’ll be millionaires and happy
And full of generosity which could bankrupt us
Or maybe we’ll be full
Of something rather more wonderful
Than cash, because though
It makes the world go round
And maybe somehow in reaching out
At those times when we feel Less Than
We find our hands taken by those who’ve gone before
And they will assist us
For they know what it is to BE us.
But then who helps them?
Think on that as life drifts by between the lines
Think on that as you think
Of bright, ribbon-wrapped packages
And silver stars
Dream of perfection and wonder
And above all else Love, which you
Are finally ready for.
Because maybe in dreams you’re safest.
Can you know a maybe? I don’t know but the prompt today was to write what we know. Well I KNOW how to touch-type and I know how to keep writing as I fall asleep. I DON’T know whether what comes out of my brain just as it’s about to drift of is poetry or a mess. So I’ll read this and publish it anyway.