Words

I sit here lying in my bed
While words go dancing through my head.
Where they come from, I don't know,
Only where they try to go.
Songs and stories, poems too--
Something old and something new--
Songs of others cloud my mind
While I try to find a rhyme.
And when I try to write a book,
New poems say to take a look!
I cannot think--it's all a heap!
So I will just fall off to sleep.