Write

Writing is the fuel that the mind needs to function
Finding how to express it is the key to the door of dysfunction
Assumption that we are not writers is denial of a gift
One which we feed from everyday, thinking
Some choose to share, while others aren't prepared
Only time knows when we'll realize our ability, not be scared
Finding fulfillment in our thoughts is when we're there
The inner peace that lies deep in our head
Where our lines lay naked and open to be read
Under the shooting stars, our minds write our living affairs
What we see everyday, and things that aren't there
Let go someday, just write what's on your mind
You've always been prepared