This Ink

How am I even able to keep writing something that's good?/Well I've got an I.V. hooked up pumpin ink into my blood/That's how passionate I get when a thought enters in/This ink keeps me goin when flowin beneath the skin/It's a necessity to survive without it I couldn't be/Like oxygen within your lungs without it you couldn't breathe/As it travels through my veins to different parts of my body/I pick up my utensil and start my thought jotting/First I see the words that are scrambled in my brain/Then I line em all up like the cars that make a train/I then take the line and form a nice smooth sentence/And make the next line rhyme with the first for the finish/Once you repeat this about 20 more times/You get a bunch of different phrases made out of all the lines/The phrases put together paint an image for those engaged/And those images with feeling combine to fill the page.