You don't have to explain yourself Justify yourself Refine yourself Talk to the moon if you must Share your secrets with the stars You're allowed to say whatever you may please And write every word that pops out of your mouth when you lay on the comfort of your bed Who cares! Not your pen Not the birds who are heading home Not the creatures who creep way down deep on the ocean floor Not the sea shell you hold up to you ear They're all just listening, not judging, but accepting and applauding Through your journey and theirs