People ask me what's my inspiration and I can answer with no hesitation That anxiety is my motivation not a subject, life or some vacation Poetry just flows through my veins inside my head, driving me insane Until I get it out, I can't breathe it's like a living thing in me Every day I wake up and it begins it even happens when I'm dreamin' It can set the tone for the whole day then I'll get up and write the day away If I ignore it, the urge grows strong I hope I'll forget it but I am wrong Rhymes roll around in my mind building momentum if left for a time Tormenting me ,coming to life I write it down just to survive