(poems go here) The rush of the words flowing from my mind
Reaching the point of pure perfection.
From one extreme to the other.
It’s as if it’s the climax of words,
As if they could be falling from the stars
Into the universe
Finally reaching my exceptional mind.
Finding an inner power
To brave the tough world of judgement
With only words.
The inner meaning of existence comes through
And I now know what I am meant for.
What if I am meant for more?
Not just the glorious artist of words,
But the keeper of the knowledge
That is to be shared,
That determines the future,
Of this beautiful world.