beacon

There’s a playwright in my head I wish he would get some rest, but he works all night instead Intertwining complex stories, with their fair share of plot holes, twists, and turns Sometimes i’m the writer, sometimes i just watch Clinging to the edge of my seat, only sure of how the story begun Now i’m hoppin from rock to rock Over the torrential stream of my own conscious thought Through the hail, the snow, the storm You are the beacon on my dock I’m a proud contender, to be your lifetime defender Of everything you are, and everything you want to be Cause there’s a poet in your head I hope there’s a line for me