Inspired

I feel it in my finger tips and right to my toes,
I know it is right and it’s for me but not everybody seems to know,
The passion I have deep inside is like a bonfire burning a light,
I can’t control the flame,
I am crazy; I do not know who I am without my words or without my A B A,
I need perfection and it kills me to know that nothing is ever perfect,
But I need it,
The sleepless nights,
The page after page of scribbles,
I need sanity but I need to be me;
This pen, these words, my ideas,
Will they mean something someday who knows?
BUT they must mean something now or why would they have sprouted in my mind?
All of these questions, left unanswered,
Another sleepless night ahead…..