The Writer

I’m rewriting everything
I’m rewriting my entire life
Keeping, as written, the things that I like
And the things that offer chances for me to see in a new light

But changing everything
Changing everything that suggests me as a dramatist
Changing what confines me and what’s changed since
And the things I can’t recall but still manage to miss

I need this to make or break this so called freedom
For yours, for mine, and for my own sake
I need this to clarify why we love, and why I need them
It’s late, and I’m still awake