Why I write

For velvet vanity and silver sanity I write to unite mind and heart on sleeve To free myself while imprisoning God in me I write to escape at the same time I chase My own path and wrath just to save face I write to erase my sins and rewrite them But this time with a whimsical smile For a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down And like the rabbit I love a good hole To sink into I write because I feel less alive When I do not Yet when I do I am not satisfied So for me it is a passion That I endure brief periods of time I wanted to be eloquent and Instead I form words like A babbling brook splashing Thrashing about hoping to travel From one place to another In the end I am the only one wet