Singing is something I only do when there are no witnesses. I actually had a decent singing voice at one point, but puberty took care of that, and I never took any lessons to modulate the baritone I wound up with.

However, every once in a while, my dream self will inexplicably break out into song. By the light of morning, the poetry isn't all that, but the fact that it ever comes that easilly is something I marvel at. I mention this because it happened a couple nights ago. It was a full two-thirds of a song in the dream, but I only managed to right down the opening couplet before I forgot the rest.

"Admit I'm what's keeps you up in bed every night/one hand grasps at dreams and one prays for morning's light."

I do remember that I was singing this to someone that was trying to physically intimidate me, and that as I sang outed him I was also pushing him out of whatever building we were in. The sheer ridiculousness of the scene woke me before the third verse.

I am not one for dream interpretation, but I am pretty sure this one means I need to write poetry more often, even bad poetry, because my subconcious will do it with or without me regardless.

I think I'll stop here, and save why I don't write poems as often as I used to for another day, as it is fairly complicated.

Later,

Gabe