You look at me and see a face,
But never thought I'd try to race
Against the wind, against the flow
There's much 'bout me that you don't know.
Don't try to understand my mind.
You'll only break and fall behind.
The Master of the inspiration you seek
Isn't strong, isn't weak.
I harness it within my pen.
I never know how the story will end.
People won't believe the truth I give.
That I'm only the vessel where inspiration may live.
Wish what you may, believe what you must,
For it's only the story that you should trust.
~A poem by me! I love singing, acting, writing, and reading!!
The story creates itself, I just write it down.