Can't Find The Light

It's so funny to me
how this all works
i was just thinking
wish i could put thought
to paper, i have the urge
but nothings there to purge

Yet the moment
i lay my head down
they come swirling around
not when i'm out and about
tiny notebook in purse
for times of such verse

Nor when i have
nothing better to do
when i'm bored out of my mind
No! it's in my sleep
they seek and find

...And ohh they sound so good
up there in my head
when i'm half dead, floating
endlessly in the sea of me
many vanish without a fight
just because i can't find
the damn light!