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Why I Write

ancient book
 unsure of the world
unsure of what to say
unsure of what to do
I stayed my tongue 
tied with observation
thoughts built up ideas
thoughts raced furious
thoughts dared spill over
I stayed my mind
eyes of observation
sure of my thoughts in air
sure of my thoughts in words
sure of my thoughts in ink
I freed emotions
I freed all the chains
held joy I could not find
in misfit worlds
in misfit schools
in misfit jobs
I spilled ink on paper
I found here I lived best
I gained serenity rules 
sure of what to do
sure of what to say
sure in my world