Words forming sentences on pages in my binder,
Lustful thoughts, life's philosophies and simple reminders,
All flowing rapidly through the channels of my mind,
Causing blockage and creative explosions at the same time,
Analyzing everything, fulfilling fantasies in ink,
Causing mental orgasms as you absorb and....think,
Flying pages, running wild, my binder s falling apart,
Gotta organize these loose papers in the skies of my heart,
Allowing the muse to ravage and posses me, taking complete control,
Giving more to the paper than any man of flesh could hold,
Spilling and letting my soul flow on a piece of Cambridge white,
Purging the depths of my mind, all my truths to light,
Cringing and swooning to every letter my fingers and pen form,
Hoping each sentence is honesty and beauty and not the norm,
Wrinkled chaos, slipping free my binder is falling apart,
Gotta organize these loose papers falling upon the floor of my heart...
Thicke 2010
