Something I've seen
Or something you said
The future the past
Yet all in my head
The lilt of a melody
A turn of a phrase
Brings a startling clarity
Induces a haze
Shining bright new ideas
Boring trite old cliche
Seen at a new angle
Is profound in its way
A search for some paper
And a reach for a pen
Gives voice to a message
From the aspect within