Reality knocks in mind,
And my body silently begins to whine,
My hands and paper are now designed,
For all words have to be aligned,
I will always write.

The narration can never be relaxed,
But the urge is now waxed,
The struggle is suddenly axed,
When the story is climaxed,
I will always write.

The journey has no end,
And the pen is not allowed to bend,
Until all the ink descend,
Every word must be penned,
I will always write.

Write to untell the lie,
Write until the day I die,
Every day I will not defy,
But I will write to glorify,
I will always write