Must words on paper show,

the thoughts that flow.

Or is it enough to know,

that for a moment,

an idea crossed my mind.

In writing I am captured,

by a process I love and dread.

I am forced to put into writing,

those endless thoughts in my head.

It is but constant noise always wanting out.

Until the process of writing it down,

allows me a moments peace.

Then doubt begins to fill the clutter up,

until awash in thoughts,

I begin the whole process over again.