I Am FREE
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I never thought much of my poems
The silly little things I would scribble in my notebook during class
While my Calc teacher would give me numbers to ponder
My mind would always stray to words
Words that would FREE me from this boring plane and bring me to the fantastical realm that was and is my mind
Where I could be both a hopeless romantic and a bitter cynic
A stern old crone and a satirical ass
Both a boy and man
It was always in these words I found my ESCAPE
The ink and the lead in my book would come alive and take form
Grab my hand and whisk me away to anywhere I wished to be
For who wants to truly live in this dull world
With all these impoverished souls
Why join all the average joes when with words you can be great
There is no sky except for the one you choose to create when you write
And that is why I do it
Not for the fame or recognition or money or love
I write because I am FREE
And I am FREE because I write