Sometimes

Sometimes, when you write, you just don't know what to say,
so you add a line, then another, then its on its way.
I don't really have a recipe, or even a plan of action,
I just like to cram words in there, because they give me satisfaction.

It's good when things work out, and your generally in the middle,
if there is something odd, or your breath runs out, then just give it a little fiddle.
Usually, at this point in time, you head to a conclusion,
but then again, with wicked men, it could all be a good illusion.

So we're coming near, and I think we're here, somewhere near an end,
the hole's been dug, your in a rug, and your head is round the bend.
You can't see well, but it looks like hell, and for words your kinda lost,
but being young like it looks like fun, and you know you'll make good compost.