I write.
I like to write,
It help's me think.
Why my life,
Is incomplete.
I calm down,
And start to write.
I write about,
My life's fight.
I write about hope's,
I write about plan's.
I write about thing's,
I don't understand.
I write about fate,
And it's strange little way's.
Of creeping up,
And making me pay.
But I hold on,
By making time.
Trying to clear space,
For my mind.
So that mabye,
I could see.
The step's I feel,
Ahead of me.
G.S. / 88