Word Obsessive

I'm minorly obsessive
I really love to write
And if I've had a good idea
Be it morning, noon or night
I can't help it, out comes the pad
Waiting for inspired ink
To flow onto its blank white pages
A canvas for whatever I think
I've written on napkins before
And once, on some wallpaper shreds
(we were redecorating a room)
I've written whatever invaded my head
I've written on a bus timetable
You can bet that caused confusion
I'm busy furiously scribbling
People think I suffer from delusions!
Well my imagination works hard
It's very overactive
Some people find it ridiculous
And others think its attractive
If I'm honest I don't mind
People can think what they choose
As long as I get the pen I request
For an idea I don't want to lose
This writing makes me joyous
It gives me something to do
When I lie awake in the early hours
Or when I'm upset and blue
It's a place for me to let go
When my heart-cup over spills
It allows me a sense of purpose
It provides me with thrills
So yes it may be obsession
I admit that I'm addicted
But I will write till my dying day
When from this earth I'm evicted!

I.Sparrow