The Reason

I sit here with my pencil in hand Imagining i'm sitting in sand Dreaming of the way the water gushes toward my toes Fighting the urge to jump in and and go with the flows The waters cerulean glow is mesmerizing The seagulls have begun to sing Scratch that now i'm staring at the mountains Enjoying the view of the many plains The jagged ends that create such beauty And the buzzing sound of a bee Different scenes and different times Descriptions jotted down in rhymes I write so that I can share my imagination For anyone to read in the world or nation I write to share my experiences And for those whose life is also a mess For those who want to hear my story And those who feel the same as me Those who admit they have a crack or tear Those who need help anywhere