Why I Start & Why I Stop

It starts with imagination

A creative escape

From duldrums and responsibilities

Into my own space

Where I can do anything

Then it ends with silence

Alone, when I finally see

All my characters are hollow

But the world and folks around me

Have infinitely more stories and adventures

Then it starts again

This time, with a spark

Stolen from the daily gods of life

And forged in the dark

Inspired by my sojourn in the world off page

Eventually it will stop

When reality beckons me back

To heed the calls of friends and windmills

When I find that I lack

The will to keep imaginging, when I could be doing

But one day when I'm gray

And my hands barely type

I'll return to the page

Before they fade, while my memory is ripe

I'll try once more to create what I can no longer explore