I dream to write...
I write sometimes and cannot stop,
My fingers fleeting on the keyboard,
My mind I cannot stop,
My thoughts I cannot from refrain,
The craziness of writing comes from within like a monsoon rain…
In sleep I do dream,
Therein I do also scream,
Out various writes and poetry,
They stay in my head and flow like a stream,
The heat they do create comes forth as steam,
Please oh gods of the written word,
Do not let me forget them, allow me the patience of your supreme…
What was it I did dream?
Was it of peaches and ice cream?
Or did I see my special girl flowing into a swirl,
There she was driving away from me at speed,
In a car that did not run on gasoline,
In her front seat a toad instead of me…
Do I write of a dream?
Or do I dream of a write?
Am I here in this state,
To become one with my fate,
Or do I do so to seem to you that I am right…?
I’ve no idea of which way I do go,
I think one dream is better than the other,
Then I put it to words,
It does not seem worth the effort,
As in this written word,
I think it is for the birds…
Do I dream to write?
Or do I write to dream…?
© ed ~ 3/6/05