My world is not of the written word
It cannot be numbered
held captive on a so called page
My world is liquid
as sea , rain , snow or ice
It can be hot , cold , or entice
My world is cloudy
It thunders after it flashes light
My world is wrong , my world is right
There are no words that bind my life
I won't be delegated
to exist in the black on white
I will not be staved
by the limited sways
of the written words upon the page