Poet and Writer

Paper and pencil lie at the forefront Only to be used to bring words alive Everlasting words that make others think Tumultuously waiting for the thoughts to arrive Anticipating the next level of consciousness Narcotics never could bring about this rush Dared to have when the pencil and paper touch Willing to lie and contemplate the world Right where I am and where I could be Intrigued by the expression of what I say Tasting the thrill of speaking from me Egocentrically presenting my ideas Righteously succumbing others to my word