They float above me
I pluck them like fruit
Juicy words that I bite
Into to, the taste creative
Juice flowing.

I pick many to get my fill,
I may be greedy as i plucked
Words to fill the page, I must
Release, let go once plucked
out of the air and let them be
used by another.

I choose my words floating
around I pluck them when
needed, but I know That I must
let others float on, like fruit
I consume them to bring forth
thought words to paper out of thin air.