I have an impulse to carry on.
Push, push, push ’til the break of dawn.
Ignore any exhaustion welling up inside.
Too inspired to let my brain become fried.
For creativity is a fantastic tool.
Allows you to dream like a grinning fool.
Never let negativity seep into your bones.
And if it tries make sure it leaves you alone.
Leave it to rot in some cut off twisted hell.
Cause somethings are stuck in a vicious swell.
There are times when I have an itch.
For it there is no cure to stitch.
Rather it helps to drive me on.
Allows me to overcome whatever may come.
Conquer the seemingly insurmountable.
Pull a new element out the periodic table.
To help me fashion this fresh direction.
No sight of self sabotaging infection.
With light in my heart and a skip in my step.
My head a nodding as i say; yep, yep, yep.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 