I Write

If you could only see the world the same way that I do, You would have to see that it has a crowded view. Bits and pieces of random things that to me seem inviting, Get included as elements into the play that I am writing. You complain that you’ve told things to me but I say I’ve never heard, While an old Twilight Zone has dialogue that I’ll remember word for word. And sometimes at night a smile will come across my face, As I run lines in my mind until I figure out the pace. Would it drive you nuts to know that there’s a stage inside my mind, Where actors are working diligently on a set that I’ve designed? And I know the worst part of it for you, the thing that you really dread, Is when our son will start to laugh as he watches cartoons in his head.