I want to write.
I need to write.
I need to let the words inside of me be free.
So that I can be, and be me, be heard, or read (read?).
But I have obligations.
Obligations keeping me doowwnnn, maaaan!
Holding me back, holding me up!
Keeping me from being the coolest me I can be.
I’ll be back. With a vengeance. I can’t be stopped.
I’ve got tales to tell, yarns to spin, stories to behold.
And they just won’t stay inside of me.
They want out, and they’ll get it.
So get ready.