There is always that time when i go nuts
i just go bat shit insane
i sit on my bed for 18 hours straight
from the moment my eyes open i know
right then i know today is the day i go insane
i grab my self a beer
go back to bed with a pen and pad and start
18 hours of writing and drinking
writing and drinking
writing about strange things
things that make no sense
i let the pen and my mind do all the work
for 18 hours straight i'm gone
it's all about the pen and the paper and the mind
and whatever my brain churns up
i dont know if it's insanity
but it sure feels like it
none of the words ever make sense
an 18 hour writing binge creates nothing
just a jumble of words and insanity
and when the ordeal is over i pass out
exhausted from all the words
18 hours of crazyness writing
and i sleep and sleep
i get the much needed rest
and when i wake up i'm fine
rested and ready to get on
knowing full well that not too soon in the future
i'll lose my mind again
anouther binge is coming.
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