when i want the heavens to open up
you know what i do?
i write
yeah until my world turns bright
or until i learn something new
yeah writing is the glue
that holds me together
yeah that helps me to weather
any storm
yeah writing keeps me away from harm
or so it seems
as i dreams of so many things
yeah when i write i have wrings
and meaning...
bigger than myself
yeah i have breath
yeah deep
and sweet
and complete
yeah so writing is treat
or a heartbeat
so yeah bottom-line....
my mind is fine
when my blinds are open
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