Within
I am just writing
my pen, moving on its own
I can't even read the words
as my pen flys across the paper
Whatever I feel
Whatever I think
I write it all down
I write down my dreams
I don't even think
I do too much of that anyway
I let my mind rest
The words flowing from within
And as my pen flys across the paper I write down my dreams the words flowing from within.
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