The song

Odd. What is that song? Perhaps I am not meant to remember. It was rather pleasant to have the crowd making up the words. Perhaps my next vocation is as a song leader.

The dream has me

On a small stage,

Filling in for another singer.

I strum my guitar

But don’t remember the words

To the song.

The crowd makes up words,

Sings along.

The song never comes to mind.

I wake up

To words

From

What have they done to the rain?

That was not the song

I was trying to remember

But maybe it will do.