Writing All Night
It's driving me crazy, this madness in my head
Songs, poems, and others, that pull me from my bed
I must get them down, right now, while they are here
If I sleep, and wait 'til morn, they will be unclear
What can I do, my mind's awake, so I must do the same
And if I miss out, on something good, that will be my shame
Up in bed, but all alone, is my wife of many years
I'm just below, pen in hand, sleep now, have no fears
I'm working it out, writing it down, it will take a while
I'll bring your coffee, when you wake up, just to see you smile
If your alert, and you don't mind, I'll read my latest thing
I so want, to hear your thoughts, the one who wears my ring
I know it's endless, it just comes out, just what can I say
I can't suppress it, can't contain it, can't make it go away
If you get tired, of all my rants, tell me please, my love
For as you know, I'm a little slow, sometimes I need a shove
Give it time, I work in fits, and soon the end does creep
I'll shut up now, 'til your alarm, You go back to sleep
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