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?