Mood:
happyTopic: tribute
Lessons learned
I’ve learned much of late
I am who I am, and that is all
My strongest strengths do not abate
From the plateaus of high, I fall
But a conversation with a friend at night
A story written, detailing one way I feel
Showed me the way which is truly right
It is with my own words, that I must deal
For surely as I exist and strive
I pen the words, of love and fun
My words keep me alive
But I live and act based on the work I’ve done
I guess when the muse takes me to worlds less fun
I have discovered that I get into what I have just put on paper
I talk to those I find most special, when at that point she should run
I say this because the muse has control and my talk is not fun
I don’t do this on purpose or because I want to
But, I am a writer, and into the words I dwell
It affects me, as it really should not do
But, I concentrate all too well
I never noticed that I live what I write
Nor that I carry it through to all that I do
I learned this the hard way, one gloomy night
So before I again should talk, I should write something less blue
