This is a game to you.

You'll write a poem,

Give it a thought,

and leave it at that.

But I live to write.

My thoughts swirl around,

Until they're paper bound.

Any utensil is my pen.

Any area can be my writing den.

Any situation gives me reason.

I capture my emotions

I see you.

The hipster.

Choosing to write.

Choosing your words.

But a true artisist has no choice.