You do it like it’s the only thing you know how to do;
Like the whole essence of your multifaceted existence
hinges on its successes and your persistence
You do it like there would be a sudden cessation of your cardiac function
You gulp it down like one fighting grave dehydration
see it with closed eyes
and speak of it with sealed lips
So write till the ink finishes and your finger bleeds a new color
Till the your soul has been conveyed on paper,
Write even when no one reads
Even when it sounds corny and you don’t know what it needs
And write till you have no more words,
But do not forget that even when you have no more words,
Write that you have no more words
So sing till your vocal cords singe from friction
Till your voice hits some form of attrition
They may call it noise pollution
But know that the melody maybe someone’s much needed solution
And don’t forget to grow
Till mouths are ajar saying ‘oh
I didn’t think they would be here this long
But with my eyes I’ve seen them become this strong’
This is Lovely.
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