Led To Greater Things

I refuse to wait for a song of salvation I must take the moment at hand For music mocks time, And I am no ones pawn I need no mediator to relate the colors of life I have patiently held my words, And every song is begging to distort my poetry Yes, the blues is a woman wanting my soul I very well know every step of her dance, Looking at others while I kiss her neck Poetry is different, She is faithful and forgiving A mother, A wife, Willing to wait for her man She leads me to greater things, And asks nothing in return, Whereas the blues demands I burn Yet, I will indeed burn, But on my terms, As poetry sees fit