I tried to work a nine to five But it felt like I was living a lie My soul craved more I couldn't ignore It was pounding At my door With viciousness And verocity I was vindicated And set free When I followed my heart And made the first steps Toward a new start I was scared and confused I had little direction but I knew What I had to do I dove into the dark depths And splattered the pages With pieces of me I hadn't been able to see That I kept in disguise Because society told me to What a pack of lies I've always been a writer I just hadn't found my voice But when you're destined to write You really don't have a choice Cause the world only makes sense to me When it's written in verse and poetry I can no longer pretend I don't see What is clearly my destiny