This Is Why I Write
Letting things get to you is absurd
Because your brain you'll batter
Then the ways wind up wild
Having no where to go except sleep
But...
When the days get tough, get tougher
Pen to paper and mind to matter
Sketching a world with words
Creativity is not complex
We write to unwind and smile
Stressful days will come to an end
And every morning is a new one
So we turn this page and start fresh.
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