I have an itch now,
between my fingers, a pen,
to be writing more.
Mug of tea can wait,
like mug of coffee before,
for the writing thirst.
That great writing thirst,
that seizes in the night time,
when you’re drifting off.
As complex as simple is.
I have an itch now,
between my fingers, a pen,
to be writing more.
Mug of tea can wait,
like mug of coffee before,
for the writing thirst.
That great writing thirst,
that seizes in the night time,
when you’re drifting off.