Passion Kills Boredom
My desires aren’t sold cheap
So I’m often Bored

Like burning acid
Boredom eats my heart and soul
Stealing my spirit

Empty of Spirit
I meander through the void
the prey of cheap thrills

My soul now enslaved
Instant Gratifications
Are my ties that bind

Passion is traded
Like a hooker on main street
For thrills and disease

Focused on the stars
I can escape from the void
And reclaim my soul

I am a writer
I have a talent for being objective and listening
I have a talent for feeling emotions and empathizing
I have a talent for understanding
I have a talent for organizing ideas and describing the senses

I can create heroes and villains
I can offer an escape to a mystical far away land
I can encourage or comfort
I can teach, question, and challenge
I can inspire and motivate
I can touch hearts,
or I can prick them

I know what people want to hear
I know what they don’t want to hear
I know there is a time for each

I will illuminate unseen worlds and introduce strangers
I will take people to dark and scary places
I will show them the pains and difficulties of the world
I will show them the beauty and sweetness of life
I will challenge ideas, thoughts, and beliefs
I will encourage the brotherhood of man

I will share my soul with the world
I am a writer.

A one way tunnel
Leading to the answer
We all pass eventually
Willing or resisting

There are answers
In form or void
Tempting, calling, daring
The darkened mind waits

With the answer
The cruel trickery
Might rob us of the question