Late at night I see the light...

Late at night I see the light,
My mind is so much bright
All sorts of stuff cross my mind,
And I just leave them all behind

It's not like I remember what it was,
Certain memories appear and go
And there's only one way to make them stay,
Writting them before they go away

So what I do is take a pen,
And write them as they come
Sometimes I don't know what I write,
But I do it to clear my mind...