I write, I write
Out of my mind
These voices sing
Through my hand
The words begin
Sometimes streaming
Endless and vivid
Sometimes struggling
Sluggish and yawning
But still I sit
At my silent, old desk
My hand it cramps
And it numbs
And still my mind
It races and swirls
Visions and thoughts
Inspirations and plots
So I write and I write
Page after page
Line after line
Spinning words
Whispering pages
Still I write
I must
I sweat
I bleed
My soul
Onto Paper
Still I write
And I write
With a Love Unrelenting
