Looking out the window There's life, moving, whirling about A never ending motion Like a kaleidoscope always turning Changing the world in small ways People come, people go Nothing stays the same for long Not even a microsecond

Alarms sound and I snap awake my head fills with ideas ready to make their way into words on a page they flow freely out of their cage oh, the worlds I see distant lands that could never be waiting to make the journey from thoughts to a tale to a story

Every night I can feel it Like some evil spirit Watching me in the dark Waiting for the spark Of fear that will breathe life into its world and intensify the strife That I feel every hour to remind me I have no power