Go ahead, write that poem.
Say the things that You have no other way to speak;
the things that are hard to say eye-to-eye or cheek-to-cheek.
Say the things You wish You said;
the things You wish You said if You had time to think about
things before You spoke.
Sing the songs You want to sing.
Sing the songs You want to sing; sing them real real loud the way You
sing them when no one is listening,
when no one is around.
Tune in Your private station.
Turn it up to blasting.
Forget about the ratings.
Forget about the neighbors.
You're not taking advertising.
You're not government regulated.
It's Your life.
Seize it.
Don't be afraid.
Write it.
Don't be afraid.
What You say is important;
way more important than how I listen.
Don't be afraid.
Inside You, is an idea that is unafraid.
Let it come.
Let it come flowing free.
Let it come clear as the color blue,
clear as the kink in Your hair,
clear as the knot in Your throat,
clear as the vibrations in Your knees,
clear as a dissonant note!
Shake the world.
You can change the world.
You have the power.
You have the charge.
You have the burden.
You have the blame.
You must change the world.
Only You.
You must do it.
You must.
Only You. Only You.
No one else.
Only You. Yes You.
You. You. You.
Shake the world!
Only You can shake the world.
If You don't do it, who will?
If You don't say it, who will hear?
If You don't show it, who will see?
If You don't sing it, who will dance?
And if not now, when?
If You don't do it now, Your voice will be gone,
You will learn to live within comfortable silent cement walls;
and the world will lose its pigments;
the world will be less of a place;
the world will shrink to grey stones.
You will forget how You felt at the moment when a poem was pounding
inside Your ribs.
You will forget how You felt at the moment when violets wanted to bloom
inside Your mouth and the top of Your head came off.
You will lose the power to speak in healing tongues.
You will be deaf to the woes of the saxophone.
If You ignore the little live beast voice inside, it will die.
It will die.
It will die the cruel death of lost opportunity and wasted moments.
Your days will lose dimensions.
Your field will have no depth.
Your forest will have no dark.
Feed the beast.
Tear it from Your breastbone.
Throw it at us.
Shake the world.
Tell us all.
Tell us now.
Say it.
Say it because You must.
Say it because You must, not because it's trendy;
not because You are supposed to;
not because it will grow gold or ego or glory.
Say it because You must.
Say it because the world always needs shaking.
Write that poem.
Put it down on paper.
Stain the page with blood and ink and oil.
Put it into the air.
Anoint us with clotted cream and honey.
Write that poem.
Shake the world.
Sing one note.
Sing it clear.
Sing one note.
Sing it sincere.
Sing one note.
Sing it for me.
Sing. Sing. Sing.
Sing one note.
Sing it true, and I will hear a symphony.
Sing it and-I promise-
when You drop that pebble,
the whole world will
ripple.