I struggle everyday with my pen in hand,
I take a little break, but I'm still writing
Everywhere I go, the more I understand.
All that I know, I put onto paper.
I express my soul, and that of the earth's.
Changing my own perspective daily
I take note of the beauty in the dull.
I am blinded from inspiration rarely,
For I see the world in full.
But to see such a world can be a burden
For the world goes beyond words sometimes.
What am I to do when complexity is heightened,
When no words reprimand the beauty I find?
With what words then will I write with,
What echoes of my spirit will do nature justice?
I see now the world isn't meant for saving,
In petty words, of wisdom.
Beauty must be found with out craving,
Eternally, for a new expression.
Lust must be exchanged for love,
And love must be relationship,
So when I see things around and above,
I must know them as I know myself.
When I know the world like a friend
My writing will end,
For then I will never be lost
With company of complete content.
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