If I did not write to empty my mind
Peace and tranquility I could never find,
My head would explode and I would go mad
As I would lose all prose and thoughts that I once had.
My pen is my deliverance as I contemplate and write
It gives me relief from thoughts in my soul and sight,
My mind, and my thoughts they are my ball and chain
If it wasn't for my pen to escape; I would go insane.
To write… some call it a gift, while others call it a curse
When those days arrive that I starve for a verse,
To inspire I will pull at my hair and I will pound my fist
If I did not write; I know that I would not exist.
Randy L. McClave