When I was younger I would always ask questions
"Is this okay?" or, "Does this sound right to you?"
But now I've realised that it doesn't really matter
After all, it's me who's playing this, it's what I always do
But now I've hit a question in everything that I've found
What would this all become if I wrote it all down?
Well, I ask you
Is this poetry?
These words I sing have come to me
Through what I've done and what I've seen
And who I want to be
Yeah, is this poetry?
Because I don't know what that means
It seems I can't write anything
Except for what I see
Well, is this poetry?
Nowadays it seems the lyrics just don't matter to them
It's all just record deals and who judges like the best
But I need something that articulates a message to me
Something that makes me feel the beating in my chest
Well I've found that there's still something that really hits me in my heart
It's when someone sings their own words to the sound of their battered old guitar
Well, I ask you
Is this poetry?
These words I sing have come to me
Through what I've done and what I've seen
And who I want to be
Yeah, is this poetry?
Because I don't know what that means
It seems I can't write anything
Except for what I see
Well, is this poetry?
Poets of old well they put their words to music
Brought us together and we danced
Now all that's left is computer effects
They just don't give the words a chance
Well is this what's become of poetry? If it is I want no part
And there may not be crowds in front of me but I still sing this from my heart
Well I ask you
Is this poetry?
These words I sing have come to me
Through what I've done and what I've seen
And who I want to be
Yeah, is this poetry?
Because they don't know what that means
To some this won't mean anything
But it means something to me
Well, is this poetry?
