I spent a few hours today wrestling with Suno as a songwriting assistant. I got some great ideas, but no string of good luck on complete ideas this time. I have a process of spending a long time coaxing Suno into the style I want, then doing multiple iterations of lyrics until I have a decent framework to rewrite, and lastly having it create a ton of songs while slightly adjusting the style. Usually, that will give me a pretty solid song or two within a couple of hours. Tonight, all it really did was inspire me to write on my own. So, on a whim, I opened up Facebook and just started writing. Here is the product of hours of being lost in my thoughts, culminating in a few shorts minutes of being in a flow-state for writing: I'm a silent army of my own thoughts A not so gentle reminder of what I ought and ought not I am a bird soaring into the sun Son of a Daedalus, I get burned But I look to the stars and hope Knowing they're too far from my front porch So I just sit here in my thoughts And the demons scream of what I'm not So here I go in my own pain An arrow with no aim But at least I dare to feign Being dry in the pouring rain And I still dare to dream of The person I wish I was I hate you I love you But sometimes I just hurt And on the edge of this reality I often dare to dream But I dream too big, too far And then I can't find my car But I look to the stars to guide me Knowing I'm too far for them to find me So I sit here in my imagination Taking a vacation from the accusations So here I go on my own path A product of my own wrath But at least I dare to feign Perhaps to smile again And I still dare to dream of The person I wish I was I hate you I love you But sometimes I just hurt What if I love? What if I hate? What if I hurt? What if I laugh? What if I stand? Stand on my feet? What if I cry? What if I fall? Fall apart