Yeah it started in the back my head
A loose understanding of time
Notions of poetry percolating
Coalescing into words
With meaning only I know
I know
A primal rhythm emerged
Swelling guts into explosive words
My friends understood the feeling
They could gather up the meaning
I didn't have to explain
When Vienna showed up in my brain
They knew exactly what I was saying
But in a century I never anticipated
The pain
It started in the back of my head
A disaster in the ocean of time
There was trouble spilling over the edge
But I had to complete the rhyme
Those sweet guitar tones
Tear the air apart
Those amps were sounding like the stars
It was daylight at Woodstock
Tens of thousands would flock
Yeah it started in the back of my head
The Tragic life ahead
Into infinite skies I would climb
My friends are there holding it high
I didn't have to explain
When Vienna showed up in my brain
They knew exactly what I was saying
But in a century I never anticipated
The pain
It wasn't that special, don't you see?
Ay-geon
A-tion
It's just a rhyme
You'll be running a long time to be
An HD documentary
Now it's growing in the front of my head
A violet lump I'm afraid it's new
Ask a poet how they handle the news
It's with words
And grace, too