When I arise in the early mornings
I eagerly look forward to writing several curious stories
When I go to bed at night my active mind runs wild with new poems
I have all these wonderful ideas
I can not put them on paper quick enough
I tell myself I need to invest in a tape recorder
I find that when I am driving in my car
I have some of the best creative thoughts
I can not get it all on paper quick enough
If I did not write I would be done with
My closet is full of skeletons but amongst all them there is stacks of paper and pen
Notebooks and journals from way back then
When I die I need them to know I existed