I am a writer to most
TO that I will raise my glass and toast
It is a passion which I never hope to lose
Which will stay if I always have a muse
Sometimes I have no energy and feel so uninspired
But those are moments when I am only tired
I could write anything if you give me some time
I can make rhymes if you just give me a line
So poetic and missunderstanding
Not sure how this one plans on ending
It is like a chaotic tragedy inside my head
Which word or phrase will wind up dead
It has been a battle and I have the wounds to show
Secrets hidden behind closed doors that no one will ever know
My focus is the rhyme, its the devotion
As long as it has a beat inside my heart; a forever motion
Sometimes the pasth these words follow is sick
Sometimes my words seem like such a trip
I think faster than these hands can write
But it is okay, rome wasnt built in one night
Those who know me know me as a poet
Now that you have heard this, Don't you know it?