It Feels Good To Be Back

Oh I remember that time Staying up every night The pen flying across the sheet Sitting on the edge of my seat Yes I remember that peace That perfect scene Where there was nothing but me The paper and the pen in between It's all I think of My hands feel restless Inching towards the pen A temptation to which I must give in I'm looking for that happiness My equilibrium That I missed so much When it was gone Now when I'm liberated From my commitments My hands possess life Separate from mine Reaching for the pen Without a thought And beginning With furious relief What a joy it is I can't explain And when it's done I look up Time forgotten This is my release The only way I know how To be me My only link to clarity This perfection How can I forget I can never forget It's a part of me My universe lies in this pen That's the only truth I know I don't need any more So now after so long Lifting it again Like it's a part of my arm I smile at the old familiarity Old friends reunited I say in my mind Hello again old friend It feels good to be back.