All of my stress
Disappeared
The moment I started writing for real
Sweet bliss from the tips of my mind
Writing a line
Trying to describe
The feeling a have
Happiness or sad
Jot on the pad
Harmonizing with rhythms in my head
Humming away
Swaying my hips
Biting my lip
Enjoying the feeling that I got
When I write
It excites me
Charges my batteries
Harness my fury
Or softens attitude
My mood changes at night
Turning instinctual
Glad there’s no cure
For rhythmic disease that I have
Making me want to dance
Or maybe even shake my ass
Damn this is a blast
I’m enjoying myself too much
When will this be enough?
I use to always think
Writing was tough
But I can’t get enough