Thoughts crowd the mind in a constant steady line.
Which first? How do I begin to release the flood of thought?
Thoughts which can only be mine.
I scour my desk for paper to release the thoughts filling my mind.
Where do these thoughts come from? Hurry I must release my new find.
Every day my mind constantly is filled with these phrases and images.
I can have no peace, I feel constantly that I must write and record every picture.
Constantly calling to my mind to record my mind is filled with Images,
Images which carry my heart out on the wings of fancy.
Sleep never visits me now my mind is awake with the insomnia of my own creativity.
Never ceasing the Muse of composition sings sweetly in my ear.
Hurry before it’s too late before it is gone.
Sweetly this new obsession commands me to continue.
Never mind those around who say this is lunacy to keep at it at this pace.
Ignore all who beseech you to resist the power of the mind. That which does not weaken you will only give strength.
If only the mind had been able to resist the temptations, but here I still sit pen in hand,
Bringing to life the thoughts of the voice of inspiration. Never to cease.
For all time I will stay writing and never being able to stop.
The inspiration is too much how can I stop?
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