Waiting to happen

I love my notebooks, I can write down all my thoughts, fill their pages with the things I am seeing, whether I'm thinking them or not. I stop for a moment, re-reading my Ills, Scribblings of a madman, Done of his own free will. From the Caveman and the Toddler, scribbling on their walls, to queens and their kings who rule them, Jokers and all. From Davinci and Dylan, your thoughts coming to sight, inspiring those you thought you knew, bringing me to life. Now I hate my notebooks, because of them I can see, we are all just here, trying to be free, I easily closed my eyes, the truth had been burned, Knowing we are all on the same page, waiting to be turned.