#filk (maybe) #acoustic

I was writing a different song this morning when the last line of this one's chorus arrived from nowhere.

(I'm not exactly happy with the performance; my tongue was offended by some of the word choices or phrasing.)

I think about baseball; I was a kid A favourite summer thing I did Never learned the splitter, Couldn’t break a curve Faced with bouncing grounders, I lost my nerve But late at night, alone in the dark I bow on the mound to the roar of the park The bleacher fans all know my name And I beat the Yankees in a seventh game

Don’t tell me I’m mistaken. Don’t say I lie, because I remember everything. I think, therefore I was.

I think about reading, wet afternoons It’s like the local library in my room No way I’d go outside Mostly I’m content Quiet entertainment while time gets spent I turn one page, suddenly I stand Surrounded by a whole world of sand Another page, an elven glade With villains dead and a hero made

Don’t tell me I’m mistaken. Don’t say I lie, because I remember everything. I think, therefore I was.

I think about high school, I got good marks Solving math equations for a lark Friends weren’t so common Romance just a joke Scared of sounding foolish, I seldom spoke But while I drowse in our physics class I change to my suave self at last Which leaves important people awed: The football team and the cheerleading squad

Don’t tell me I’m mistaken. Don’t say I lie, because I remember everything. I think, therefore I was. I think, therefore I was.