This itching in my fingers
To write
To touch these keys
In such a fluid beat
Or hold the pencil, this day's special treat

They call it writer's block
When you know not what to write
That the only way to cure it
Is to write
So that the lonely match
Will succeed in being lit

As I click, click, click these keys
I light the match within my brain
To tell my fingertips the words
That they may flow out like a chain

Continuous and changing
Light yet clever
Every letter close ranging

The fire is now burning
Words so steadily churning
The wheels in my head are turning
Keys of the keyboard clicking
Pit-patter pit-patter pit-patter-pat

Just like the sound horse hooves upon cement
I am at peace here as I write this content

Pit-patter pit-patter pit-patterpat