Hiding In the Flow
Ask me not for which I write
I simply wish to share my plight
Searching for answers, one little clue
I don’t understand the things that I do
I reckon I lost it somewhere in a tear
Shed over someone that I hold dear
But how can I find it, where did it go?
I think its hiding somewhere in the flow
The flow seems as natural as it can be
My own special way of dealing with me
The thing about writing is that I love to learn
Somewhere along the way we all get our turn
Our turn is crucial and there’s no going back
I swear, I could get lost on a small oval track
I reckon that’s the thing I love about our site
I shall never get lost, not as long as I write
To me writing is not just joy it is also a key
That opens the door and then sets my soul free
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