These rhythms and melodies flow in my head
All the time, constantly, can't go to bed
It's this wonderful feeling that sometimes I dread
My brain's filled with words that my mouth's left unsaid
I have to say something and say it real loud
But my teeth just keep chattering words don't come out
Controlling the chatter and feeling the clatter that screams in my head
It's like nothing else matters
Just getting the perfect words down on a page
Until then I'm trapped in my thoughts like a cage
Of course there's a pressure that I can't ignore
I have to out do what I have done before
With this thought I stop, already drained
Why do I do this?
What will remain?
Knowing the answer I shake off this thought
I write because sometimes it's all that I've got
