it’s not about the money
nor the recognition
its passion.
Satisfaction; fulfillment.
I just need a chance
To be heard
& further learned
Standing in front of a mirror
Whispering these words
“tell me a story”
Teach me a thing or two
Because nobody knows you
Like you know you
& I want the world to know
What lies beneath
But what’s inside my head
Cannot be read
Therefore, I write
Exploring my struggle
A continuous fight
With what I consider reality
But the resistance says it’s not real
My ideas are a fatality
Disastrous
Broken into pieces
A world of imagination
Only coming together on this paper
My own creation
So I’ll continue to ponder
No thoughts wasted
This is my passion
My only destination.
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