Write or Be Overwritten
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To write is to fight,
Of that there is no question
To wrong this right
Lest I am to mention
To let words fall as they may
As they spill over this precipice of indecision
Nay I cannot!
Nay but I must!
Muster the world that lies in this cavern of thought
This cavern with
My stalactites, my stalagmites
These are the teeth that I bare
At my future
At my society
At myself
‘Be who you want to be’
That’s what all the pronouns say
‘Do what you want to do
No one’s standing in your way’
Is this true?
I am the unmentioned
Alas, I want to mention
I want to wield that pencil
To grind my lead
Into wheels of words
And sprockets of sentences
To catalyze and eternalize
A still piece of art
The possibility of this, my muse
Enough of this chokehold, I say
Enough of waiting for these dice
To roll my way
My answer is not in either of the die
Not in any of these
Tempting 6-figures
The scalpel
Neither the briefcase
Nor the dollar sign that halos
No Uncle Sam
No Sister Society
No Cousin Country
No Mother Dearest
I am trying my hand
At the very thing that rests upon this hand
This pencil
This choice
This