I don't see the daylight —
I incessantly write.
Наташа Серёгина
See my eyes — I can hardly see...
Tim Rice, 'Jesus Christ Superstar'
ГРАФОМАНИЯ I
I incessantly write
Through the day, through the night
Midnight oil burning bright
Whetting my appetite
I'm so young. I could fight
Could go out, fly my kite
Could go swim in the bight
And enjoy the moonlight
But I'm paler than white
And I'm losing my sight
And my desk holds me tight
And my head sticks upright
Nothing gives me delight
And there's nothing to bite
But I grind through the night
Bit by bit, byte by byte
It's OK. Just not right!
Oh my God! Where's your might?
Save my soul from this plight
Give me wings for a flight!
But I write, write, write, write, write, write, write...