To untangle my thoughts,
I must write,
sparing a minute of heaven for my mind

To hear my heart,
I must rhythm to its beat,
to know the essence of its fluttering

So I must impress no man,
dead or live
Enforce myself to perfection,
where I may die

To write is to know the whispers,
that live from a mile
So I must write to feel alive
not for a name
but for me to reside