Rhythmic blogging?

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet ?

I don't care if the sun don't shine
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter.
And the smile on your face is sometimes out of place,
don't mind, no frowns, cheer down!
Self-drowning in water
But it’s air.. I’m breathing.
While my conscience explodes,
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And I'm wondering who could be writing this song..
But these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.
Got the Bob Dylan blues
And my clothes and my hair's in a mess
But you know I just couldn't care less
Cause I'm a poet, don't you know it?
And the wind you can blow it
Cause I'm Mr. Dylan the king
And I'm free as a bird on the wing
Well I sing about dreams and I rhyme it with seems
Cause it seems that my dream always means
I am empty as a promise, no more
I am lonely as a memory
Despite the gathering round the fire
I think of you often
But for once, I meant what I said..