Sometimes I wonder why I write
What compulsion drives me so
For if it lingers without heed
How can my aptness grow
Lacking any feedback of
An audience review
Never will be in my reach
The credence I pursue
This has always been the bind
When pride won’t know removal
Do we create for just our sake
Or do we need approval
To deny addiction to
That rush we all yearn for
Would be dishonest of this scribe
A trait that I abhor
But if the truth should need be told
I care not for permission
A lacking of acknowledgment
Holds back not rhymes commission
So I shall write into the sky
My words will rise regardless
And hope they have but small effect
Make kind from one who’s heartless
Or lift a spirit that is aggrieved
Bring calm to life unfurled
For intention of an artist’s soul
Is to spread joy round the world!
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