I am not any of those poets
Am not  a writer
And never really wanted to be one
But i keep forcing the voices in my head
To be written onto this paper

Trying to evade from all the pains
I set my thoughts across the paper
Freely, deliberately taking its time
To conquer every single page

Under my realm
I can breathe the fresh crisp air
And let my thoughts away
In the frigid cold night

//fa//