48.
There’s this conundrum that follows thusly:
I’m so afraid to address this humdrum munadanity.
I sit at my desk pondering what to put next
But I come up short just like a ship with no hull pulling into port.
Patterns and melodies swirl around in my head,
But they’re just not connecting right, that’s why I’m filled with dread.
I need more inspiration and this mindless contemplation
Is getting me nowhere fast so I’ll conclude with another oxymoron,
Plotting and scheming my interface is teeming
With loops and patches and vst’s and hatches that open up
To new options and pathways that mean that we’re only half way there
To the end of rendering and completed mandate.
Distractions abound this metaphor is a hound
My fists on the keyboard pound
But there’s naught to be found
Except this mound of noise
Going round and round and round.
Patterns and melodies swirl around in my head,
But today they’re just not connecting so I’ll stay awake in bed.
I’ll think I’m dumb, I’ll think it’s not much fun
But in the end, there’s a friend in the corner of my eye.
He’ll fix this conundrum and help me create a musical high.
Patterns and melodies swirl around in my head,They’re beginning to formulate and copulate and sate my intrigue into meta-music
All I need was time
All I needed was to find another rhyme.
I’m reaching an end
And now I can finally render.
