Why do we write? It's obvious, it's true Forming coherent thoughts Tangifying them onto paper, No complications, No restrictions. Why do I write? Less obvious, more trueI'm not a nervous wreck on paperI make bold statements, No regrets,No forgets. The words appearThrough the powerful strokes of my handsI have no fear, It's me, all me, I'm in control of the pen. If I haven't written in a while, My pen doesn't complain, it knows to waitFor some lonely night when I can't think straightAnd I pull open my drawers and rummage for my markHustle for that notebook so I can scribble in the dark And I writeI write to create a world for me to belong toWhen the one I'm in just isn't good enough.