All I want to do is write, write, write.
But I don't know what to write about.
Emotions, like love? Fear? Happiness?
Or nature like clouds and trees?

As I keep writting, things come to mind.
Like why do I keep this **** routine.
Like why do I feel like this inside.
Like why can't I seem to find any love.

Its hard to think what life would be like.
That carefree feeling, without worry.
Its hard to think what life would be like,
If the world was happy, peacefulness.

Why do I keep writing? No one cares.
If I don't try, then this will be true.
They will only care if you make them.
Its how the world works today, sad right?

The longer I write,
The better the sight.
The longer I write,
The brighter the light.
The more you read,
The bigger the seed.
That will grow into whatever you want it to be.