writing is a fire
it burns in the blood
hold back the desire
and it becomes flood.
the voices they speak
they cry out to be heard
go away! – but i’m weak
and the ‘real world’ is blurred.
i’ll give in – just once!
tell your story tonight
the love, the adventure
the heartache and fright.
tomorrow i’ll wake
back in the mundane
and wonder if it isn’t
the ‘real world’ that’s insane.