Its three am and here I am staring into the artificial light of my phone,
thinking that today Ill finally write something that matters,
even though nothing is new, everything's been done,
and all thats left is for men we dont know or see years from now to decide which was great and what was trash,
based on what benefits their goals and strokes their egos more.
my writing is my soul,
and I will not let it be slave to another mans whims.
what I say is mine alone,
it is not to be analyzed or loved or quoted,
it is to be read so that I may live for a brief time in the future.