Once Again as I picked up the pen ...

I never feel the urge,

but yet it seems like a need.

When words jump and splurge,

like high on weed.

It never happens otherwise,

but at times i feel i should.

This week it happened twice,

I hardly belived i could.

Can you believe it happens always,

whenever my mind wishes to speak.

Might be in a elevator or the hall way,

It happens every week.

At times it seems a call,

At others just a noise.

My fingers begin to ball,

When my heart gets a voice.

Conversing with this feeling,

I did the same once again.

I reveal the thoughts i've been concealing,

Once again as i picked up the pen...