I sit there.
Quill in my hand,
While thoughts quietly explode,
Landing on mind without asking permission.
Dancing from a brain I can't explain;
It just works day and night without pay.
An employee I couldn't fire if I wanted to,
Keeps me thinking about nothing and everything.
A fun part is sorting reality from fantasy,
Then mixing them together for anyone to drink of.
Poured more than a few that had me wondering next day,
Some even left me hanging over dreamy morning cliffs.
I've danced on tight ropes and soared with birds,
All things I could imagine have been my essence.
Still my greatest memories of love will end on one road;
That one that leads me back to the arms of my sweeheart.
Copyright 2004 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Quill in my hand,
While thoughts quietly explode,
Landing on mind without asking permission.
Dancing from a brain I can't explain;
It just works day and night without pay.
An employee I couldn't fire if I wanted to,
Keeps me thinking about nothing and everything.
A fun part is sorting reality from fantasy,
Then mixing them together for anyone to drink of.
Poured more than a few that had me wondering next day,
Some even left me hanging over dreamy morning cliffs.
I've danced on tight ropes and soared with birds,
All things I could imagine have been my essence.
Still my greatest memories of love will end on one road;
That one that leads me back to the arms of my sweeheart.
Copyright 2004 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
