Free Expression

I reach into my bag and grab a pen
My notebook is spread in front of me
This is where my story began
Where my imagination can flee
I close my eyes and imagine it all
The colors, the beauty, the dark
There is no time for one thought to stall
When every idea tries to embark
My mind is racing out of control
Yet somehow i'm completely at ease
I create to the sound of Rock and Roll
Everything my mind always sees
Open my eyes and create
A new piece to add to the rest
Another piece to translate
Another part of me expressed


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