A Bothered Book

Started a new book today, how many does that make or rather should I say how many does it take to reveal and express all those thoughts dancing in my head, hidden yet unkept? What vivid dreams and wild imaginings arise when the book and pen fiends will satisfy this inner drive before it dies to write in simple flowing rhyme and freed verse upon the lines, pondered than released? Old texts, writings and poems speak of good as well as bad, of love and its blessings loaned of what was happy or sad of what is found or lost everything I never had with cost written in the books.