Brain cells are lit Ideas start to hit Next the formation of words that fit At the table I sit making it legit And when my pen hits the paper You know that you have made her I’m thoughtful and kind But I am evil atlas But everything I love Has turned into a tedious task I hope you know you caused this flow Of words of heart and broken dreams But my fault lies and whatever I chose If you wait for me I will keep you here Hear the children’s laughter voices of cheer