Sometimes I just can't sleep,

Inside, in my head, it just won't keep,

Forcing itself out, like a mother in labour,

It's not content merely being my other thought's neighbour.

It brims to my surface, a powerful surge,

And I can't fight that irresistible creative urge.

I want to bring it to life, give it colour,

For as a mere notion it seems so much duller.

Through words and rhyme I have a hunger to articulate its existence,

And with natural instinct, pure creativity, impulse and persistence,

I have made my thought known and clear,

I have truly given birth to an incredible idea.