9 June 2012
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
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