I Write

I Write That which springs from my muse I write To illuminate minds and set it forth right At least that is what I try to do FYI... between me and you At times the words make a jumbled mess The jam up my thoughts and bring so much stress Then comes that internal combat of the mortal kind Which wins, my muse, or the tangled words I find This way and that, back and forth, and yet nothing works Delete and try again, hoping to get past these maddening quirks The words fight back They force me off track I attack from the flank, but to no avail I retreat, regroup, and charge, but I fail I feel the fire in my mind burning my head As I pile more words on the pyre of the burning and the dead I come again for another attack, but still no luck Why do the words fight me so, I feel dunbstruck My eyes grow weary and my energy may fade Sometimes tomorrow sees what was broken get remade Tomorrow again I will try This is do or die Here I am the master Yet the words can become a disaster Then I find a new path, and clear the way For this is a new day The tangled words can only lose Becuase for me to quit...I refuse! In the end, no matter how long it may be On top of this mountain there will be me