Please let me write

I want to write, please let me write Give me a piece of paper, preferrably white I have no time, so I'll do it at night Yes so many ideas, maybe I just might Need a hand or two, when sharing my sight I want to write, but I'm always in haste I shorten my words, and increase the weight Sometimes what i scribble, expresses hate But if instead I speak, apologies come too late I prefer to scribble, and leave the paper kept I want to write, when my ideas still shine bright Don't touch my pen, unless you want to fight Hand me a plain sheet, help me reach new heights High in the sky, without smoking a single blunt So no cloud nine for me, but what if we had eight I want ti write, but most of my attempts are waste Pieces of my book, are the meal I mostly eat But hopefully I'll smile, and put an end to this head-ache When graphite lessens to words, and my poem is complete So please let me write, when this ink is still wet