If I could only write,
one more time in my life,
To say all these words,
that have never been said,
I definitely wouldn’t be writing
for a scholarship.
Money, power, wealth, gain,
when all your cards are played,
They aren’t the point of the game.
I’d write about the world, about love, about you.
I’d write about the very few
Things I am sure that I once knew.
And maybe I’d figure out,
once all the knowledge was gone,
And the facts erased, and the words spewed,
Who I really am,
and why I’m not you.