Shall I take you to the place in my mind where dreams come true?
Shall I impart to you all that I once knew?
The journey is simple, yet inexplicably complex
Though it’s all a matter of “What’s next?”
My task is to build a construct of words
Arranged on one another, page by page
And line by line they settle here
Forming the base of this stage
Take this to heart, words all hold some power
Whether written, spoken, or sung
It relies on the mind, for it is thoughts that decide
The direction in which they are flung
I write for no purpose but writing itself
Because this is my earnest belief
The mind makes all inevitably
And expression’s the only relief
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