A writer's dilemma
I can not voice, cannot suppress
An urge to write and to express
That happiness that joy, the unfortunate sorrow
The excitement and thrill that await me tomorrow
How to begin? Where to end?
Should I be true or should I pretend?
The matter, the genre, the code of conduct
How to refine the end product
Why can I not just let them flow?
My words are my weapons: my friends and foe
Let them take the charge and hail the war
There will and my way to question the power
To question the norms and the senseless notions
To mirror my thoughts and reflect my emotions
Does someone tells me to stop or to start ?
Is it a neccessity or just an art ?