The skill or is it the human will?
Self expression, or is it just mumbling words?
To shock and thrill
Loads of stories to unload coming like traveling herds
The thoughts that strike anytime
Anyplace about things and memories just cannot erase
Often in tears only typing a few words at a time
Where ever I roam i'm just in another place
Right here night now, typing away
The care and love of many things created from the heaven skies
Often reflecting apon today or yesterday
Many things I often realize
Their is no vacation, often on the go
Relaxation is just a myth
Forever on tour, off to the next show
No wonder my muscles are always stiff
Burning the night oil is the term my parents say
Once again they do not write, so they cannot understand
I'm up writing and thinking as they sleep the night away
Questions that need answers often to solve and demand
Dream on, this I cannot change
To show the world what is inside of me
The things that appear so strange, a puzzle I rearrange
Creating the next story or fantasy
Endless words and endless waves
Take a few days off, to rest the mind and soul
This rarely can be done, no time this ever shaves
Only to think even more, slowly spinning out of control
Emotions get the best of me
Becuase Love and hate can easily seal a fate
To be up and down, how can this be?
Often a ongoing debate
