On this paper I will create a work of art

With the flow of a pen, it will ascend

Nothing will be deleted, omitted or torn apart

The reason for this, is that I write from the heart

A heart filled with sadness, joy, love, and aches

Take a minute to notice, it is without any hate

Who has time for writer’s block?

I know not of any, we write round the clock

Beseeching minds, they don’t stop

They ponder, and wander


Wander and ponder

Tick tock tick tock

Around the clock