Scribbling in the darkness
Deep into the nite.
Words trying to escape my mind
Flood out into the light.

The sound of the pen against the paper
Breaks the silence in the nite.
In my mind I see the countless scribbles
of countless writers with my plight.

I don’t know where the words come from.
My fingers just want to run.
Like a wolf running with the pack.
I just got to get out in front.