Little thoughts and bits of script
Left in spaces, some secret places
Just for cases like this
Should I ever find time
Needing music or rhyme
Right here left behind
Messages to myself.
Some tales are real, some a steal
Others don’t even make sense
A few bars or quotes, musical notes
To finish someday past tense
Messages to myself.
Young me to old me
What I knew now of when
What I didn’t care of then
And yet it all for reason now
I’d relearn the dream somehow
The clues are all around
Waiting to be found
Messages to myself.
(C)2021 OWM/Sperling Lieder, BMI
