It does come bursting out of me
Like instinct
Like embrace
Like surrender
Dominance
excitement
anticipation
Creativity
It does come out of me
Do I want the fame?
The money?
The lifestyle?
You said I wasn't ready,
You are right.
It does come out of my soul like a rocket
Without it many vices would consume me
Why yes the sun inside me is burning for me to write
So I write, dear God I write
And i will keep doing it until I die
Or until it dies in me
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