I Really Don'T Know (Hummed With Jazz Last Night)

I really don’t know where this beat’s going Inside my thinking and on growing Coming in with its ticktack-on time flowing Steadily on and always for sure knowing I don't know why it's bursting this way With a slowly down motion and then rising Here comes the night with its own play Giving me something in its own surprising Let’s have it here on - thinking slow or fast Because yesterdays are never again for sure Moments that came all have now passed Giving their moods and someone to lure I have no way to foresee thoughts at all They just go into what ever is made Coming with rhythm - the same way it'll fall! Down into the alley where the hours' wade Finding town's streets thoughts – along! And letting everything freely jazz on Rising to the beat of a slow motion song Before its free singing in time's gone? Jazzing up my head bursting into scheme So much needs to be steadily told in here Watching the bar lines breaking the theme Going from four-four and into somewhere