Sunday night, can’t sleep
Mind in a well so deep
Weird dreams, crazy scenes
Things good, bad and in between
Sounds bouncing off the walls
Chants, prayers, catcalls
Korean, Hindi, basketballs
Kids, rappers, street food stalls
Dropped my memory in a blender
Took some medicine and went on a bender
Voices talking, this is serious
Nonstop chatter, I’m walking delirious
Insomniac across from flashing lights
Too many roads, too many fights
Too many wrongs to right
Too many rights left
and
Too much left to write
Too many words to choose from
Too much dumb
or
too much wisdom?
The words escape me
And fly away
The ideas chase me
And I walk away
Ying and Yang playing tag
I put my hand in a velvet bag
Writing is like the Scrabble sack
reach for something
see what comes back
Meanwhile
I Grab hold of the tiles
writing is chance
you need some luck
sometimes you dance
sometimes you’re stuck.
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I am trying to write something longer. It is daunting but I really want to “finish”. I am continually surprised by what a long and arduous process it is. For this reason I am more amazed than ever by writers of anything, be it ridiculously bad movies to songs of any nature. I think we all underestimate how difficult the writing process is. Coming to the title…For whatever reason, no matter what, I NEVER sleep on Sunday nights and I lay awake or walk around thinking of ideas or trying to write. I always pay for it on Monday at school. Also, one last thought, I sit here and struggle to write with all my senses and a laptop in a comfortable apartment. How the hell does Stevie Wonder write all these beautiful songs (lyrics PLUS music) without even being able to see? He reminds me that this can be done by anybody, anybody who commits and works at it.
