Freshman Thesis - Thee more shallows

Before I spoke in riddles I was worried someone would hear me

Now I know that no one really listens so I will just speak clearly

I don't have private thoughts just a lyrical worksheet

For mangling my observations on the meter and the beat

And in the process of it on every line

Sooner or later I'll have to change the meaning to fit the rhyme

But back in the skylight all of the stars

Turn into sound and then they shout down at me

Though they are far away they shout so loudly

I think I may know what they're saying to me

It's on the tip of my ear it's almost palpable

I have to listen closely and get my mind around it

And when I understand it I'll just transcribe it

This time when I write it down I'll do it faithfully

I won't try to rhyme it