I remember being younger
When the sun shown just a bit darker
And things seemed tilted off a normal plane.
I have never been one for writing
I always blamed on the timing
Though I was influenced by the sounds around me.
I didn’t grow up listening to much of anything,
My family played classical in the house,
Occasionally I heard some pop tune play.
But I remember that year,
When I discovered there was more than just Mozart and Bach,
And I fell in love with the words.
I fell in love with meaning,
With seeing, and hearing,
And the ink blots between the lines.
A couple years down the road,
Here I am, half way though my own story
Hoping to publish sometime soon.
The sun is shining just a little bit brighter.
The world less tilted than before.
But now there are more words than ever before.