I think I owe the world a poem
but I really owe myself
cause when I put down
my figurative pen
that I use to compose a thought
I put myself in drought
because this is my creative
outlet
and you can bet
that it's not writer's block
and it's not that my pen
was locked up
I just got lazy or hazy
and no, I was not
smelling any daisies
but I miss it when I don't compose
it's like I'm not composed
because this is my life
it is my balance
my joy, my passion
so I can't let procrastination win
I have to write
and not only that
I have to share
because a poem hidden
in a mind, in a closet
or in a locked book
can't inspire anyone
so I share my word with you
hoping that you will enjoy it
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