As the pen is drawn to paper 

The flow of sense starts to stream through

Mind over matter 

Sense to none sensical 

I whisper to myself

Just write 

Let the river that streams from the depth of my gut have expression

Just write

Stories buried deep within 

Screaming to be heard

Ready to flee from the heavens above

Just write

Scattered mind looking for calm

Throbbing heart looking for love

Just write

Lay your burden to rest

Let all things speak a language

Through the heart to the pen

Just write

Just writing feels just right 

In this moment. In the here and now, Just write.