Why do I write?
For fortune and fame?
So, you’ll remember my name?
No.
Why do I write?
Because I can?
I’m a talented man?
No.
Why do I write?
To look cool?
Another misguided fool?
No.
Why do I write?
I do it for me.
Because it sets me free.
I write what I feel,
To me it’s so real.
Without it: I could not survive
With it: I thrive.
I write to say “I made this”,
A feeling of pure bliss.
Why do I write?
I do it for me.
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