World of a Writer

Of all the endevours my will be done the most important of all is the act of fun
I have watched shooting stars on many grass plains
I have ruined white shirts with chocolate stains
I have fallen in love and ignored warning signs
all this I have done for the sake of good times
But it is in the sound of music, and the rhythm of words, that I truly come alive
to no one but the paper I find myself obliged
The creation of a writer knows no boundaries , restrictions or holds

I have experienced freedom in its finest hour and it is here that I lose control
letting loose the restrictions of my hair and the entrapments of my feet
I fly across the sea of words and possibilities with nothing but an imagination and a heartbeat
There is power in composition, a beautiful oblivion it can be
with flames behind these eyes, an iris made by God for creativity
It is this silent expression that moves me more than any contender
A passion for rendition calls upon me now and to this I smile in surrender
To me this is bliss, to me this is life's complications coming undone
A thousand excerpts from this human soul and every time I search for them, I find a world of fun.