Stolen Miles

It's hard to write to a beat
that's not your own
when you close your eyes and see
the movement, a motion
that you can't catch
and you can't ride
to that place of inspiration
you've got nothing but this noise
and it's beating you up
into a useless mess
and you set traps to catch it
and catch yourself off guard
and put your guard off
to try to say something honest
but your innocence is so far
and the truth is so far
that all you have left is
'well everything was wrong'
and all you can share is
'shh, it's almost over'
and you call out over the voices
and you raise up the tones
and the systematic rhythms
and you fall down into transformation
and you accept that the sounds are not your own
and you conform
until it is your music
and you write the song
and you call it insanity
then you open up your mouth
then pop goes gravity