Ever hear a song on the radio that you've probably heard a hundred times and suddenly you really listen to the words and they speak to you? That happened to me the other day with this song by Natasha Bedingfield.
Unwritten
Natasha Bedingfield
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Ok-I'm staring at the blank canvas before me, ready to release my inhibitions. Bring it on.