Some have the bomb lyrics, my lyrics just bomb.

I burn through music like a molotov in a fireworks stand. I listen to the melodies, the harmonies, the rhythms, the lyrics and everything that weaves itself throughout. I don't have the power to attach words to notes that can cause lovers to intertwine their fingers a bit harder, nor do I have the power to help someone move past the misguided attempts at "staying strong" and just letting out the pain in a flood of tears. Not only do I desire to wield such powers, I find myself horribly susceptible to them. Whether it's a young troubadour crooning about lost love or a group of musicians forming a tapestry of emotions that wraps around you. There are songs that, in the message of being all alone, console you and there are songs that make you laugh and dance uncontrollably. 

There are songs in which I pump my fists and scream and there are songs which cause me to shut down my perceptions and face the mistakes and regrets I have, wondering what I could have done differently, and there are songs which make me feel stupid for having ever second guessing myself. Can I one day take the reigns of language and direct it towards my purpose? What is my purpose. I write and write and write, and yet, I don't feel like I have anything to say anymore. Did I ever?