Impossible
No Control
I need to set boundaries about when I write
Need time for my family
Need to sleep through the night
But inspiration is fickle
It chooses the time
It chooses the rhythm the words and the rhyme
It just uses my fingers to write it all down
See, I’m just the circus and it is the clown
The main attraction and I, just the host
It’s nothing I’m doing, I’ve no reason to boast
A gift in the darkness or while driving the car
No matter with who or wherever you are
But it demands your attention
Won’t wait for a time
And if you don’t listen
It won’t give you the rhyme
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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