I asked myself the reason
Why I felt compelled to write,
The sad answer came,
That if I don`t
I won`t sleep at night.
A mystery in my life
I`ll never understand
Is why I feel so naked
Without a pen held in my hand.

Then it`s of course deciding
What goes on the page,
Maybe I`m getting past it
Do indecisions come with age? .
This musing seems
To be heading that same way,
I`ll forget it all right now
It can wait until another day.