Writing my thoughts are constant in a flow not an ebb these days and nights

I cannot afford not to I must continue onward I see and yet i flag a Bit behind as i muddle I mire admire light my Our fires in a haze a Day and night haze craze it is disheartening to Be so inert when out - About blurt blast blate Is what must I be doing! And so i pull myself I Get together with myself Pull myself off my shelf Now to prance dance like A gay gaily happy so elf!