I Am a Writer

I sit as I drag my pin across the page, Dreaming in my heart of all the things to say, The places I could go- The things I could be As a writer,all the possibilities I could travel to the east, Or all the way to the west, I could gaze upon the mountains, Or watch the sun set. I could go to the moon Or fall upon the stars Your imagination never goes to far. No distance is too far- No land is too wide, For a writer to reveal the dreams that rest inside