I Write

I write because Of boredom And to relieve tension In my shoulders I wonder why More often than I should Probably for my own good I write because On the surface I'm collected it seems All while a storm brews Like coffee A chaos underneath I write because Along comes the cream The perfect touch Like fish in a stream And I begin to feel The endorphins release I write because In this moment I cease fear of judgment And cast whatever falls to the page Without any shame I write Because I don't have to behave This is me The purest me I'd say And In such a disastrous world I write because This is my name I write to live Now Then And tomorrow I write in an attempt To make the world less hollow I write because I am a writer To contain me in a word I have a mind That most consider absurd I write because Apparently I like rhyming Perhaps it is soothing Perhaps it's just natural I write because Those who know me Deserve to see exactly What I strive to be I write because I desire to inspire Above all else This is true I write because I write And That's just what I do