Compelled
I am compelled to write
So as the sun can’t help but shine
So is the pen that I call mine
So as the trees can’t help but grow
So does the page I’ve come to know
And of a bird that doesn’t fly
Perhaps, I know the reason why
To cage the purpose meant to be
Can stay the reason to be free
I am compelled to feel
So as I manifest my mind
So are the thoughts that I may find
So as I feel my way through words
I think of eager, soaring birds
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2023
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