Writer's Imbalance lyrics

Insanity knocks at the writer's door

Tis the reason why he writes yet more

His days of present and those of lore

Deterance of a lunacy beheld before

Ever attentive, unbridled moods in store

An addiction for the expressed idea

The substance is of direction dear

To press to paper thoughts sincere

Yet never finishing, never fear

The night is short, and day is near