I can’t sleep.
I have a book to write
it’s pouring out of my soul.
I have huge canvasses to paint with angry colours.
I have pictures to take and roads to run.
There are gardens waiting for me.
Roses that need planting!
Beautiful, over red tomatoes awaiting my bite.
Trees to climb
wild lakes to swim.
Pine-needles to roll in
How can I possibly sleep.
Nice inner feelings!
Expressive… I sort of know the feeling. Sometimes I lie in bed and wonder how life just passes by, so fast.