The Voice Inside Me Writes

The voice inside me writes, Every dawn with no reason nor cause, Just wandering those hands down the page painted white, Singing the chorus of words, with no pause. Every morning with no reason nor cause, When inspiration weaves like a thread into my brain, Singing the chorus of words, with no pause, I feel the rhythm of those bouncing words through my vein. When inspiration weaves like a thread to my brain, My feelings are painted on an uneven page, I feel the rhythm of those bouncing words through my vein I connect my heart and brain to my feelings with no pain nor rage. My feelings are painted on an uneven page, With an unsteady hand on uneven line, I connect my heart and brain to my feelings with no pain nor rage, Writing scrolls of would be wonders of my own design. With an unsteady hand on uneven line, Just wandering those hands down the page painted white, Writing scrolls of would be wonders of my own design. The voice inside me writes.