Dedicated to writing words
when a long day endures;
it's my escape from stark reality...
in them I find depth and immensity!
Writing words has lured me into the glamorous literary realm,
making me choose loneliness; have I made the wisest choice
by exposing truth and not dying vainly for a long-life dream?
Does life have a specific purpose without a strong voice?
At times I may seem distant, lost, moody and deafened by noise and sound...
letting brash fantasy take over, not wondering if it is really worth
devoting an entire life to writing words when many pleasures abound?
It can't be explained by me: it's more complicated than the mystery of birth!