weath
Learn more about other poetry terms
I came to life to dream
to beam, to seem
to have a purpose.
I came to life to reap
not sleep, not keep
my pride holding me back.
For my job is to be under
the hunter of clothes.
Whenever I tell people I want to write for a living,
they give me a funny look that says 'good luck'
in a sarcastic way, though.
Most people don't think anyone can make it writing,
writing for television,
With headphones in, A determined stare.
I type for you but a passage, for all readers to share.
Viewers reflect, make choices, prepare.
The future is approaching, with its army of fear.
