I’m writing this song. I don’t know if it’s good or not, but this is what I got so far

All these struggles I’m facing
All these choices I’m making
Sometimes I just don’t understand
Maybe I should back down
I may be smiling, but inside I am crying
My world is changing
I’m rearranging,
I

Some one drawing water and my theater placed my hand under the spout. as the cool stream gushed over one hand she spelled into the other the word water , first slowly , then rapidly . i stood still ,my whole attention fixed upon the motions of her fingers . suddenly i felt misty consciousness as of soothing forgotten --a thrill of returning thought and somehow the mystery of language was revealed to me this passage from the stoyof my life is an wxample of which element of plotclimax action