Mark Bauch (3-24-1982 / St. Paul)

I look out the window of life
And as I watch it go bye
I ask myself, who am I?
who must I be?
To write these words with pure purity
My words float past the mountains and echo off the sea
My mind is like a locked door, and my poems are the key
Unlock and speak to set these words free, the gab is a gift and the mind is a treasure
So writing what you feel is the greatest pleasure