By No Means (From, Rhythmicon - 50 Lead Sheets With Poems)

By no means Is this a lonely tune, By no means In this afternoon; Everything has been done Probably written and said too, All the gestures here gone Now it's entirely through. By no means And no short of immune, By no means Rather like a buffoon; All's sweet in the hours now As the day is going out, We will manage somehow To write what this's all about. By no means The end of the story, By no means Another accusatory; Say just what you like and feel The rest comes naturally, Turning up the writer's wheel What you want to say or be.