Writers sing to their tune

 

Shall we mark addiction Words upon a wall Letters measured At least ten feet tall Reach out to a million seekers Touch upon the souls Spend my moments Earning just enough gold Need to overdose pride Need to get them stars Need to write makes me alive Need to hear voices remind me Got myself a window to the corners of the world Got myself a thrill at least a dozen cyber girls Got myself a lover a million miles away Got myself a song that I always play In a room with shadows dancing on a wall In a heart of lonely I still recall In a passion left to dream In a moment of truth I still scream Boss wonders what I do with all my time Does not understand need to write and read between each line Got me a poison left in solace clear Holding on to something it is just not clear Picked me a clover and a shamrock too Added a banner and saw a bit of truth Called me a pop up in rating fair and sweet Left a blue ribbon hazing on her street She is one of my many partners in a crime so common now We make love in the alley ways of electrons In the back seats of stars Love is never very far Only in the images seen as the last of keys hit the cyber screen