Throes of composition

What should I write about when I have no inducement
But the agreement with my conscience must be kept
What emptiness can I get something from and then shape
To let it live a little more than a day

To sing what one sees is a share of bon vivants
I carry my descendants like an elephant
What do I risk if my works mostly for my ears
Buddhists write about nothing for many years

To create something worth while
I need to take a hit.
Make my destiny get up
and crank out something big
I am too lazy to get trouble spots around the world
But to the status of a highbrow I must correspond

Rock stars composed their hit songs being drunk and stoned
And they did it quite well despite all side effects
Anyway if anything goes really wrong
I can level up my English least ways

To create something worth while
I need to take a hit.
Make my destiny get up
and crank out something big
I am too lazy to get trouble spots around the world
But to the status of a highbrow I must correspond

(To create something worth while)
(I need to take a hit).
(Make my destiny get up)
(and crank out something big)
(I am too lazy to get trouble spots around the world)
(But to the status of a highbrow I must correspond)
(I must correspond)
(I must correspond)
(I must correspond)

What should I write about when I have no inducement
But the agreement with my conscience must be kept
My will hung locks on windows and doors for my sake
It thinks I’m Emily Dickinson’s embodiment