To Write

The wonders of a pen are great.
There are many things it can do.
It always takes me to a place,
And gives me life anew.

I spend my time dreaming,
And writing it down in pen.
But it seems what I am dreaming,
Will never leave my head.

I must use the light to my advantage,
But the night has its own draw.
I cannot decide if I love it,
Even when I cannot see at all.

My thoughts, my thoughts,
They are twisting in my head.
And I certainly have a hard time
When I try to go to bed.

I should sleep with my pen in hand,
And my paper next to me.
So no matter what time of day,
I can write all I want to be.

Oh good heavens.
This really is so sweet.
Except when I have to rephrase it,
It isn't just as neat.