Night writer.

Do you too find the words come quicker in the night?

When waking and dreaming come together and the imagination takes flight

A cacophony of thoughts and phrases rise within my mind

It seems they refuse to stay in me confined

They form together quick and fast

Fighting to be heard at last

I used to find it a nuisance

My mind at night pure verbal dissonance

You see the thing with words is that they are vain

In their quest to be heard they can drive a man insane

This is the reason now every night before I sleep I write

I tie them to the page so they don’t disturb throughout the night