How the World Should Work

My Words

You may be good with numbers, see

But words belong to those like me

My foundry melts the “b” and “e”

To craft the words which come to be

Every letter that I write is stamped with things I think at night

These books, these poems, the short stories

I write to put my mind at ease

Trapped inside myself, I am

Doing everything I can

Wed to words and ink and pen

Knowing it’s not if, but when

The day is coming, it’s ahead

I’ve followed every path she’s led

Chasing purpose, destiny

As she walks every step with me

There are no limits, the path won’t end

This road was paved by my best friend

No match ignites a brighter fire

For pain is life’s way to inspire

Look at me, look in my eyes

Know that I won’t compromise

No loose ends, each string I’ll tie

These hands will write until I die