Why do you write with your pen to paper
Living your dreams in your words
Questions in your mind that dive into your work
Creating visions of different worlds

Is it for love or the lack there of?
What does your truth entail
Looking for something where there once was nothing
With hope in your hand, so frail

Why do you write here under an idle light
Sitting, pondering the days
A heart possessing both joy and pain
A wish written in ink that fades

Who do you long for, what do you live for
What composes your reality
Why do you write, dearest poetic soul
What keeps you dreaming?