jess schwarcz

Rookie (october 17 1990 / memphis TN)

Fustration - Poem by jess schwarcz

Hours alone staring at keys, black and white.
Days on days with the guitar I’d fight.
Nothing ever comes out the way I want it to,
And when it does
I’m always ashamed to play it for you.

Where’s the talent and why don’t I have it?
Where’re the secrets and why can’t I find it?
Where’re the words that'll stop the world?
Where's the beat the world's greatest heartbeat?
Why do all my lyrics seem to always repeat, repeat, repeat?

I study, I play, and I practice,
But nothing ever comes of it.
Wasted energy finding the right chords,
Frustrated like another lost fight
I give up for yet another night.

I hope, I wish, and I wonder,
But nothing ever comes of it.
Words that make no sense to you.
I’m running in circles trying again,
But it always comes out sounding blue.

Where’s the talent and why don’t I have it?
Where’re the secrets and why can’t I find it?
Where’re the words that'll stop the world?
Where's the beat the world's greatest heartbeat?
Why do all my lyrics seem to always repeat, repeat, repeat?

Long nights playing chords,
Drivin' around all night
Returning to the frustration,
And again upon the keys I’ll rest my head,
Quitting is a good temptation.

I got nothing yet I want it so bad,
They’ve got it like no tomorrow is to be had.
What am I doing so wrong?
Why can’t I get good song?

Where’s the talent and why don’t I have it?
Where’re the secrets and why can’t I find it?
Where’re the words that'll stop the world?
Where's the beat the world's greatest heartbeat?
Why do all my lyrics seem to always repeat, repeat, repeat?


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 27, 2008


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