the poet says
gotta make that paper
rhythm and verses
disperse the grind but don’t taper

gotta make that paper
gotta control the pen
disperse the grind but don’t taper
tomorrow begin again

gotta control the pen
often it moves with its own might
tomorrow begin again
inky spills dry in the night

often it moves with its own might
instrument longing to flow
inky spills dry in the night
let the page be what’s watered with sorrow

instrument longing to flow
step forward when the Muse calls
let the page be what’s watered with sorrow
let the page bring forth blossoming sprawls

step forward when the Muse calls
the green light of growing things
let the page bring forth blossoming sprawls
let yourself sing

the green light of growing things
rhythm and verses
let yourself sing
the poet says