so i walk home and im sitting on my sofa pondering. not really pondering about anything specific mind you, just more along the lines of free form daydreaming really. now comes over spider and he asks

"what're you thinking about so intently?"

w/out even looking over i replay that i would love to express myself but i just cant find the right words. to which spider says

"well why dont you sing the song about it?"

slightly confused and a little ashamed i tell him i dont know the words. its hard to just to get the words that pinpoint what i want, but singing was out of the question. i cant be bothered w/ verses and beats and tones and pitch and octaves. no no no that simply is too much. and w/ a queer eye spider looks at me and tells me

"that doesnt come from you... you just have to feel the song swell up inside you and then you open your mouth and it comes out. sometimes there are words sometimes there arent but thats not up to you its up to the song and what its about."

so i stopped trying to find the right words for things and making things fit and im trying to let the songs fill me up and then ill know what to do. and if it doesnt work ill squash that little spider that told me those lies.