There’s a story that I want to tell,
A story to tell—
But, brother, the telling’s not gone well;
It’s hell, it’s hell.
There’s music that I want to sing,
Some music to sing—
But, brother, this one just won’t bring
Its ring, its ring.
There’s a poem that I want to write,
A poem to write—
But, brother, I just sound so trite…