If I don’t wake up they stay in my head
Instead of hiding under blankets and behind pillows
Get out of bed
Sneaking away to dance with prose
In a lovely game of chance
Hoping somewhere in here will be a gem
Amongst words that sometimes have no meaning in them
One more for the books
Maybe there will be more
Than Just one that hooks
But I do it for the fun
It’s as if I am right there with you, pen in hand and a blank page awaiting. Well done.