Relativity Among Relatives
Why do you like to write?
Oh child, why do you like to breathe? To eat?
Its a necessity. My whole life Ill continue, with no end in sight.
The keyboard, its alive, mimicking the beat
Of my heart, though it pounds in longing. Id touch the screen, so we might
Be one and together, my writing and I. My train of thought is fixedly neat
Words, words. Stunningly mine, replacing the sun as the true source of light.
If youve never written, never felt that rush of proud heat
As your work is finished, each pretty syllable just right
I pity you, friend. To deny yourself that pleasure is a terrible feat.
The desire to create runs in my blood, the tradition almost trite
But were related. Fine, sit back, laze about in your seat
Ill make, and do, and be. Ive a reason to fight.