I Do What I Do
Intending to do
What I did from the womb,
I get on a stage
Or play in a room –
Without compromise:
Extra size boobies,
Up-tempo salads
When I prefer ballads,
Gimmicky codas,
Playing for tips,
Elvis or Beatles, and rocking of hips;
Chowders
Of songs I abhor.
To follow the ear
And capacity’s frame,
Expecting my will
To take part in the game,
Accepting a will
Come from God, karma, star
Without losing sight
Of the mind’s reservoir,
Taking time, sitting tall,
I do what I do
De-controlling
Restriction
That holds back the soul,
In hope that you’ll
Listen because, after all,
I can only do what
I can do.
©I Do What I Do 02.4.4
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Vaguely About Music;
Arlene Corwin