they ask me why i do it
why i sacrifice my time to it
i never know what to say
                                                      why does one breathe?
                                                      why does one eat?
                                                      why does one walk?
to survive.
to be fulfilled.
perhaps, to escape.

they ask me why it's so special
why i've devoted my life to it
i've decided upon an answer
                                                      why does one work?
                                                      why does one study?
                                                      why does one love?
to gain.
to strive.
perhaps, to stay alive.

they ask me why i love it so much
why i feed off of it
i finally know how to respond
                                                                                I write My Soul.
                                                                                If I didn't,
                                                                                I might not have a Soul
                                                                                At All.