I Write

Whenever my emotions get the better of me, I write Putting pen to paper becomes an easy task Whether it’s morning noon or night In the presence of mine own lyrics I bask I become nearly another individual In the company of me I find passion that’s more than usual Subjects in their multiplicity must be My heart bamboozled by words I express my inner most thoughts My pen becomes my sword Like an army victorious in battles fought I never hesitate I will not procrastinate For sometimes distractions comes knocking at my gate And I don’t want to cry too late! My God too late!