Write write write

Write write write (29th April 2008, 9.17pm)

Searching for something that
I know I won’t find
I’ve been blind blind blind

You ask my why I’m so happy
I say
Maybe it’s a question of contrast
Between this year and the last

Hard to define
Lack of drive
Again I take up keyboard and write
And feel alive
Instead
Of dead

Feel the words come
Burning my fingers
Flaring though heart and mind
Coming to life
Slip off the tongue

Searching for something that
I know I might find
If I keep on
And write write write