One-Hundred-Eleventh Poem

Writer-writer, why do you write?
Why won't you sleep early tonight?
Why are your thoughts amiss?
Understand, you don't need to feel this

I'll give you rest in this exhaustion
I'll show the answer to your question
I'll teach you to do anything you can't to do
Anything as long as it's for you

Let me be there when you're alone
Let me soften this heart of stone
Let me give you the words to say
I'll never ever leave you astray

Abandon insanity; be with me instead
Let me show you your way ahead
As long as you let me drive your pen
You'll never need to be alone again