When writing with nothing in mind

There are songs of an older day

songs of the past,

songs of songs

sung in better times

repetition creating premonition

words are meaningless

if only to convey

what the letters and sounds

seem to say

there are always trees swaying

there’s always someone falling

there are always words

left unsaid.

There’s a time and place

for new and different things

life seems so short

to aimlessly ramble

about her

about him

and about a world that makes no sense

so let the sky fall

let my words ring hollow

but let them still ring

for words without meaning

are what they are