Hey, ever just sat down to write,
And words start flowing, it feels just right?
Like, you’re chatting with an old, dear friend,
Each sentence starts, each thought won’t end.
Your pen’s a wand, your mind’s the spell,
You dive into a story, and boy, you dwell.
You scribble secrets, dreams, and fears,
On this paper, you’re shifting gears.
Sometimes it's messy, like a wild brainstorm,
Other times, it’s calm—a soothing norm.
You get lost in worlds only you can see,
Crafting characters, it’s pure glee.
Ever notice how the clock just flies?
Hours vanish in a blink of eyes.
In this little bubble, time stands still,
Just you and your thoughts, what a thrill.
There’s magic in those random lines,
A dance of words, a mix of signs.
It’s not perfect, but hey, that’s fine,
It’s all yours—your unique design.
So keep writing, through day and night,
Let your pen dream, take that flight.
In those scribbles, you find your voice,
In every line, your heart’s choice.