A Mere Radio
I want to know how to “wow” you
But I am a mere radio.
Let me offer a gentler view.
For this metaphor had my mind in knots, a chaos I somehow wandered through.
This poem is an ask for help
Because I am fighting a battle that has already been fought and lost
Now back to the metaphor
Cause rather than a fair war his battle feels more like a heart's fall
Ill tell you a secret now, I have blocked you 4 times already now, but never for too long
I suppose radios
don't know how to stay switched off.
Seriously, back to the metaphor
I am a mere radio.
Who listens to radios anymore
But there is one person
I just don’t know what frequency they are on
That person is you
Every day I stay awake, waiting for my eyes to say its late
Doing what?
Thinking
Thinking about what frequency this listener will like
I turn my dial as soon as the day starts
Am I to be clingy today
Or stay far away
I cant seem to do justice to this metaphor, and be able to articulate
Hence ill keep it raw, so the rhymes will have to withdraw
I am a radio,
and you, my listener.
All I want
is for you to find contentment
in the tunes that emanate from my speaker.
I am a radio,
turning my dial,
hoping the next frequency
will be the one you favor.
But first,
I'd like to ask
what is it that you like?
I am a mere radio.
Now, I shall do what you adore:
the use of abstruse words.
So I beseech you,
tell me which frequency
might enamor your ears.
Should I intersperse
my melodies with silence,
or let them ululate
through the empty air
until they are worn down
by attrition?
Because I am still
a mere radio,
searching for the station
you might choose
to keep listening to.
Now Ill proceed to mention my song
That was sung out so wrong, before
I am a lost boy
In need of help
I don’t know how to fizzle
And still end up being content
So now I ask you
How am I to impress you?
So help me
Cause this is insanity
Bring me.back to reality
And make me someone you want me to be