Drive - driven

Driven am I to write
It is like breathing to me
I cannot rest
not enough time
my mind races on
for rhythm and rhyme

Words fall tumble
from my pen in hand
as the paper waits
for the next line

What will come next
Will I get any rest
A thought a sound
is all I need
to be led

Re your next read
words tumble so fast
But will they follow