May's Art and poems

Time

      As I close my eyes
     More words keep coming in
      More chapters keep crippling in
      More stories keep challenging me.

      But no time to write
      No time to think
      And before I can write it down
      It's all gone away.

     I wish I had a recorder
     But if I had a recorder
    Would I have time.
     I say someday the time would come
     But would that day come.