Some people say, that writing cures the soul.
Some people say, that it turns their hearts to gold.
Some people tell me, that writing is what I do best;
that my poems are better than all the rest.
When I hear those words come out of people's mouths,
I want to cry & scream & shout.
Not out of doubt, no not that.
You see, when people like my work,
I cry, scream, & shout: from PURE happiness.
Some people say, that my future looks bright,
So there is a reason to stay.
Some people say, that the past is in the past,
& that I can't turn back on the hands of now.
Which brings me to say, that some people say,
That the present IS now,
So with that, I guess I'll have to live on
