I want to write and write and write,
until the urge no longer bites.
When will that ever be?
These solemn, solitary nights
nag at me with their necessities.
Nothing is so magical
as the ability to endure
these emotions by one's own.
When I am alone,
I can delight in the quiet glee
that I share with no one but me.
Let me be,
as I dance under my own personal marquee.
It's here that I am most free,
don't you see?