There's a lesson to be learned
Some problems to be solved
I listen very closely
My thoughts have now evolved

With stacks and stacks of paper
A cup to store my pens
Just don't know where to start
Or when the madness ends

Many stories now reside
Inside my spinning head
So many characters
Just waiting to be fed

But soon it will be written
Their stories will be told
I'll do it happily
Before I get too old