Living the Words We Write

I wish I could live the words I write And the thoughts that I hope they construe. I prefer the person on paper To the one that is always in view. Emotions I express on paper Reflect how I think the world should be. But the courage to bring them to life Has a way of circumventing me. The thoughts that I convey aren't contrived They are part of the true inner me. I can find the words to relay them; On paper, not in reality. I don't accept life for what it is And then adhere to the status quo. I like to imagine what could be, And that's mostly frowned upon, I know.