Themeless

When I’m reading chemistry

The mystery is,

A kind of feeling I don’t know

But haunts me again and again

And I feel like writing a song

No theme to bother about

So I sit on my bed tonight

To wite

Whatever comes to mind

I feel a fight a riot

And I feel like writing a song

Have no tune to pull it along

I aint alone but melancholy…

A rude shock with no sympathy

Following is a rap have to fit in somewhere::::

And my skills don’t glow

When I am sad morose

Even when I show I am glad

I don’t know where I row

When I hold my pen

I don’t know what to blow

Still feel like writing a song

No theme to bother about

I feel the world close in

Ulterior motive

I am close to oblivion

Emotions just don’t stay in.

All I know is write in a song

Have no theme to bring it about

A kind of thirst quenched by the notes

The flood they keep in, embarrassed foul

The reactions they finish

And I feel like history

Maybe touch physics but don’t know

What’s in it?

So I stop and write a song

I call it my theme less song

And I feel like writing a song                         

No theme to bother about

I feel like writing a song

Have no tune to pull it along