Brand New Stuff I Wrote. Poetry, #5

Since I've been going through the stuff that I wrote, I find my mind working like it did in the past. I lay my head down to go to sleep and the words keep coming, they won't leave me alone. Here it is almost mid-night. I went to bed around nine, but I had to get up and put the words on paper. In this case, in the computer. I don't remember when it stopped or slowed down in the past, but let me tell you now, it's wearing me out.