Somehow out of all the books I’ve read

It never seems quite real to me

I can’t ignore the world inside my head

A pen comes frantically scribbling till it’s dead

In the margins, any space that’s free

Somehow out of all the books I’ve read

Words across a paper, an ink and graphite spread

The words inside me crying to be free

I can’t ignore the world inside my head

Once a newfound plot is said

The stories nearly all are on repeat

Somehow out of all the books I’ve read

In my mind, my plots all surge ahead

Searching for the master key

I can’t ignore the world inside my head

Epiphanies crash upon me in my bed

Forming bridges to make my thoughts agree

Somehow out of all the books I’ve read

I can’t ignore the world inside my head