Should I ever cease to put my pen on paper
then I will have come down with the flu
or have lost my sight.
For when words cannot flow like water
then I must have amnesia and have forgotten
Because, I only dream of words
and of writing
and it would be an awful shame to stop
like a bird unable to sing.
If I ever cease to put my pen on paper
then I must have fallen to eternal sleep
and lost life's fight.