Write Is that all you do? You sit here, at your desk Pen or pencil in hand Writing till your fingers and hands become numb I never knew there was so much to write about And yet from your lips, comes nothing You speak so little with your tongue Your hand speaks everything What do you write about? What do you think about? You sigh much You talk little You sleep little For your hand continues to write furiously With much intensity Let me see what you are writing Your papers are stacked high It must be something interesting What do you write?