All the Lonely People

Woops I think I'm the worst blogger ever. Tonight I was feeling like I ought to write something though, so I decided to do it on here. I am just lying here in bed with some Beatles songs running through my mind. Sometimes I pretend I've come up with a particular lyric myself, and I imagine rambling it off in an ideal moment, causing people stop and think my!
Yes, I would tell the insensitive one, "well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool," never minding the flimsy cool/fool rhyme. If my friend was down on her luck I would tell that little darling, "here comes the sun, and I say it's all right." And I'd love to somewhere quote one of my very favorite Beatles' songs. "Yesterday love was such an easy game to play. Now I need a place to hide away. Oh, I believe in yesterday." I would gladly have my heart broken if it meant coming up with a line like that.
Or sometimes, I actually am tempted to quote a song or a book or a movie and never confess that they are not my own words. I consider the popularity of the source and try to determine the chances of my audience's already having heard the line. Will they think a minute and say, "wait, didn't Mary Stolz write that?" How embarrassing. I usually end up keeping quiet - definitely the smartest choice.
I guess what I'm saying is that I anxiously await the day when I will naturally utter a phrase that reflects my wisdom and experience. I would even be satisfied with much less than that. Simply verbalizing anything at all eloquently would make me happy. It's something I rarely experience but I do know it must be nice.
I am no John and I'm certainly no Paul, but someday I'd like to say as much as they did in such few, but beautiful, words.