Colin F. Jones

WHEN I DO SPEAK

When I do speak with people on the street,
or more confined with friends inside a room,
I seldom speak the words my verse doth speak,
for always my ‘sweet’ songs are out of tune.
Tis in my nature that I lure debate,
provide a reason why I must be wrong,
but now time deems it just a bit too late,
to change my words to fit another’s song.
I walked in weather when the thunder clapped,
‘twas not applause for the dive I took,
‘twas what survivals artists in me mapped,
I did not stop to think nor even look.
Are we not what we are in what we do?
Or when I write am I deceiving you?