Sometimes I write to fill a void
Sometimes to hear myself make noise
I write to understand the truth
I write to bring the truth to you
When all else fails I choose to write
It is through which I choose my fight
A world of calamity, the brink of insanity
I capture it all through my ramblings
I write the feelings that I miss
Like public pools and autumn mist
But through my words new worlds emerge
And soon those feelings have returned
If ever I could not transcribe
The feelings otherwise I’d hide
Maybe I’d be better off
But better off was never taught