Frequent struggle, heightening through
Without a trace, without a clue
Yet something inside me knows what to do
With a pen in hand and a book overdue.
To write is a passion
That's never out of fashion
For me, my hand always dashin'
While my mind filled with ideas clashin'.
I could always write; it'll never stop
Since the day I came into the world. Pop!
An idea would jump up like a bunny's hop.
And I'll write, and I'll write, and I'll write 'til I drop.
My life would change without a doubt
And I wouldn't need to scream and shout
Nor scowl, nor snarl, nor growl, nor pout
Just to write for a living is what's all about.
To be an author is what I wish.
No job could ever fufill more than this
To change lives with my words would be a bliss.
In college, improving my writing is better than a kiss.
"A dream is a wish your heart makes"!
A princess says that's all it takes.
My heart belongs to writing next to lakes.
And forever writing all the way to banks.