I Write
Whenever my emotions get the better of me, I write
Putting pen to paper becomes an easy task
Whether it’s morning noon or night
In the presence of mine own lyrics I bask
I become nearly another individual
In the company of me
I find passion that’s more than usual
Subjects in their multiplicity must be
My heart bamboozled by words
I express my inner most thoughts
My pen becomes my sword
Like an army victorious in battles fought
I never hesitate
I will not procrastinate
For sometimes distractions comes knocking at my gate
And I don’t want to cry too late! My God too late!
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