I scribble this thought in an ode,
Writer's minds have minds of their own,
Our Muse does oft overflow,
Unless there's writers' block, you know,
Fiction people come to life,
We create their joy or strife,
Or do they invent their own?
Is fiction a world to compose,
Or do our minds have minds of their own?
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
I scribble this thought in an ode,
Writer's minds have minds of their own,
Our Muse does oft overflow,
Unless there's writers' block, you know,
Fiction people come to life,
We create their joy or strife,
Or do they invent their own?
Is fiction a world to compose,
Or do our minds have minds of their own?
Feedback welcome.