I write not for others
Or for fame,
I write
Because my fingers tell me so.

The thoughts comes from above,
Then travels at speed
Best I not forget
To these tapping digits
That write what my mind
Wants spelt out.

I have thoughts
That dont make sense,
But as they travel
Then the proper language
Comes out.

I write for fun,
to enlighten those
Who see words as joy.
As they read
I see emotions of joy,
Sadness flow off there face.

Me the person
Who writes this in an empty space,
To fill it with thoughts
That need writing.
To empty out my mind,
But to also fill in this empty space
With words,
That not all the time make sense.