Do I consider myself a writer?
Well, I'll try to make you see.
Do you consider yourself to fit
In one specific category?
So yes, I am a writer.
I'm an artist with a pen.
I'm a dreamer, I'm a believer.
Just as many before have been.
Wishful thinking may get you nowhere
Except for pages on a shelf.
So, I let the words control me
Until the words become myself.
Happily ever afters,
Magic lamps and crystal *****
All your trust and hopes
Depend on mirrors on the walls.
In ink drops on a paper,
I've found I can pretend
To be anything I want to be.
So, I'll be fearless 'til the end.
Princess lonely, broken maiden,
Any mask that I sketch out.
Fearless leader, wicked enchantress,
But the best beyond a doubt.
Why, yes, I am a writer,
Because my limit is not there.
In fact, I may be lying now,
But I doubt that you would care.
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 8:13 PM UTC
Do I consider myself a writer?
Well, I'll try to make you see.
Do you consider yourself to fit
In one specific category?
So yes, I am a writer.
I'm an artist with a pen.
I'm a dreamer, I'm a believer.
Just as many before have been.
Wishful thinking may get you nowhere
Except for pages on a shelf.
So, I let the words control me
Until the words become myself.
Happily ever afters,
Magic lamps and crystal *****
All your trust and hopes
Depend on mirrors on the walls.
In ink drops on a paper,
I've found I can pretend
To be anything I want to be.
So, I'll be fearless 'til the end.
Princess lonely, broken maiden,
Any mask that I sketch out.
Fearless leader, wicked enchantress,
But the best beyond a doubt.
Why, yes, I am a writer,
Because my limit is not there.
In fact, I may be lying now,
But I doubt that you would care.
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