Song Writer

It is  a beautiful sunny winter morning down here in NZ. Turned on the radio after listening to three  songs turned it of so I could just enjoy the quiet and nature outside my window. Picked up a pen and paper and wrote this.

Song Writer.

Why would I want to be a songwriter.

When its the sad songs that sell.

I guess I could lead the crowd.

We could all sing lets be sad together.

Lets be sad together.

On a dark night in the spotlight.

People waving lights.

Thousands singing lets be  sad together.

All in great delight.

Waving arms and dancing.

A sea of arms in the air.

Cell phone lights shining bright.

Entranced in a mantra.

Lets be sad together.

Lets be sad together.

Their spirits all hyped up.

Negative voices filling the night with delight.

Do these negative lyrics filling  my head.

Make me feel better.

Or do they make me feel worse.

Or are they a subliminal curse.

Woke up this morning listened to the radio.

Three negative songs in a row.

Lets be sad together.

Lets be sad together.

Peoples mental health not given much wealth.

A stream of sad.

Does it make them happy or is it  driving them mad.

Lets be sad together.

Lets be sad together.

Why would I want  to be a song writer.

If its sad thoughts that keep me up all night.