My underwritten writing is begging me to slow down

Begging me to unwrite what I wrote

Begging me to cease the relentless pace set for me by the editors

The publishers, the booksellers and the optioners

And I am just floating in a sea of words and I cannot really see my way clear

I can only write at the speed I can physically move my fingers across the keys

A limitation imposed upon me by nature labelled by others as a limitation in mind only

Begging me to keep going beyond all reason and well-meaning

And I will listen to my words as they are floating around me

And they are begging me to float with them