The thoughts inside of my head, leave words left unsaid.

As I ponder on my dreams I am embedded in my bed.

Recently it seems I live inside of my head.

Insane is not the proper description,

In my mind their are no restrictions,

I am no mental patient, no need for prescriptions.

All I need is a pencil and paper.

A want to feel power, a dream to be a creator.

As I feel the inspiration vibes I know there is no time for later.

I am a creator, I need no plot.

I am an artist I run off pure thought.

Even when my pencil drops, my mind does not stop.

I go on about my day with my characteristics being the pencil,

While the world is my paper to stencil.

My name with not disolve with my body, it will have principle.