That's a Good Question
When they ask why i write
how could i explain?
it's like asking why one cries when they are in pain
or why a bird responds to a bird call
I'm pretty sure y'all heard about newtons third law
words are,
the equal but opposite reaction
my mind and my heart were never optional attachments
spliff to the dome
i like to sit alone
and put the pen to the pad like i'm chiseling stone
even though my short term memory's gone
cuz i fly buzzed for lightyears through the infinity zone
i'm so down to earth
like a mound of dirt
i spit in & out sprouts flowers & herbs
i'm high like kites
man, i love my life
that's why i write, that's why i write
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