Sitting in my bed
nothing else to do
i grab a piece of paper
blank,lined or ruled
i place my pencil on the page
and let it move along
i don't know what is written
till I've heard the pencils song
I'm sure it's the magic of lead
that gives it it's sweet tone
as i absorb the beat
my mind starts to zone
my fingers drum the rhythm
my heart begins to play
twisting up the words
i could sit here all d*mn day.
