Write

"I am a writer. Therefore. I am not sane." - Edgar Allan Poe We all go a little mad sometimes ... In the middle of the night, Our minds raving words and rhymes Hands compelled to write and write In the middle of the night ... Wide awake with a troubled brain, Hands compelled to write and write Soothes the self gone near sane Wide awake, with a troubled brain Crazed scribblings and a fury of ink, Soothes the self gone near sane 'Til dawn turns black skies to pink Crazed scribblings and a fury of ink Nothing else matters, right this second, 'Til dawn turns black skies to pink When the notion, so nearly beckoned Nothing else matters, right this second Lest lines be forgotten by then ... When the notion so nearly beckoned Grasping for lamplight, paper and pen ... Lest lines be forgotten by then Our minds raving, words and rhymes, Grasping for lamplight, paper and pen We all go a little mad sometimes ...