What a Curse This Is: Creativity

An A.M. wake up by my
brain, accompanied by
this sudden urge to
put pen to paper. Like
I'm on overflow, with
tension in combustible pipes.
Unsure of what exactly
it is I'm supposed
to write down. I scribble
babble onto lines, praying
somewhere it grows a soul,
So that when and if my
brain runs out of
words, and/or my hand
cramps up, calls it quits,
I'll feel satisfied
to know I released what
would've otherwise been
put back in the shuffle.