Of Unknown Origin

OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN - Written by Carroll Bryant 

Oh no, here it goes again

Placing words upon some paper

Spirit of the pen

I guess I never know exactly what I'm going to say

I only take it line for line until it goes away

Until the next time 

I write about love and hate and all that's in between  

I write about the things I saw and things I've never seen

Now I don't claim to be a brain, but still, just what I find

Is that it comes and goes away and leaves me hanging in my mind

Until the next time 

Oh, if I could only understand it, I could really be free

One of these days I'm gonna have to lasso it

Get control, you know? 

Oh, if I could only really manage it, I would truly be free

One of these days I'm gonna have to channel it

Get control, you know?

Oh no, here it goes again

Translating interpretations 

Spirit of the pen

I guess I never know exactly what I'm gonna say

I only take it line for line until it goes away

Until the next time

I write about philosophy, religion sometimes too
I write about things I've done and things other people might do
Now I don't claim to be insane, but still, just what I find
Is that it comes and goes away and drives me out of my mind
Until the next time

I'm the poetic surgeon

But I don't know where it comes from

It's of unknown origin

Still without explanation 

If perhaps someone can find the answer

Then please inform me 

In hopes that I may get control of it

You know?