My Book (1989)

I wish I had my book with me

Thoughts and ideas appear continuously;

I am most likely to forget such things

For it to be present with me means something

My book is where all of those go

Some have been read and others don't know

My book is meant for true and dedicated ones

Those who care about and those I care about

I'm trying to write but not in my book;

For it is not here

I try but people wonder about me

I laugh and wish they would leave me alone

I can't write, not with these people wondering

Just leave me alone

And I'll entertain

And when the truth in my book hits home

You will never feel the same