Eleven on the dot
Words start flowing
Not a minute earlier
The lightbulb turns on
Time to come out and play
Thoughts start streaming
Try to gain some perspective
Have them go where
No woman has gone before
As if I have some control
But that is a laughable dream
When the words flow, they flow
They have the true control
So when they keep pointing me
In the same direction, I must apologize
I tried but it’s another one about you.