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Volume 3 Issue 4
Page 29
Page 29
Oh, Oh, I think I’m awake
It’s four o’clock for heavens sake,
My mind is racing
The thoughts are twirling,
I’m tired, I need my rest
Back to sleep, I’ll do my best,
I closed my eyes and fought and fought,
What was that, another thought?
This one had focus
Is that a plus?
It started to expand
I had not planned,
Get up, get up and write it down,
No, No, I want to lie down.
By morning I’ll forget,
Of coarse I will, and regret.
OK, OK, leave me alone,
I’m up, I’m up, save your groan.
Where’s my pen, where’s my pad,
To forget would be so sad.
Scribbling it down in hand,
The idea begins to expand,
It’s taking shape,
Man it’s late.
There, it’s recorded
The misery has ended.
Hoping it’s unique,
Tomorrow I’ll critique.
And I don’t want to be fed,
Just go back to bed.
It’s four o’clock for heavens sake,
My mind is racing
The thoughts are twirling,
I’m tired, I need my rest
Back to sleep, I’ll do my best,
I closed my eyes and fought and fought,
What was that, another thought?
This one had focus
Is that a plus?
It started to expand
I had not planned,
Get up, get up and write it down,
No, No, I want to lie down.
By morning I’ll forget,
Of coarse I will, and regret.
OK, OK, leave me alone,
I’m up, I’m up, save your groan.
Where’s my pen, where’s my pad,
To forget would be so sad.
Scribbling it down in hand,
The idea begins to expand,
It’s taking shape,
Man it’s late.
There, it’s recorded
The misery has ended.
Hoping it’s unique,
Tomorrow I’ll critique.
And I don’t want to be fed,
Just go back to bed.
| When Inspiration Comes By Jim Koenig |