I want to tell you
why
I write
and why I chose the way I have
I write
because I dream
and I am a dreamer
I write
because I know
and I believe
I am logic
but I am imagination
Neither dominant
nor warring
but sharing
making of me a person
I write
because I dream
and my dreams paint pictures
and I can not show the world
those pictures
through sketch or paint
I write
to show my dreams
the songs my mind sings
and I can not give the world
those songs
through voice or instrument
I write
for I must express
somehow
and the way given me is
to write
the pictures are painted by words
and the songs by written images called forth
I dream
therefore
I write
not for any wish of
name or fame
but for the happiness
and the dream
I write
until the end calls
and until the pen falls
from my fingers
I write
to be read to be heard
but not to be known
I write
because I am
the dream I dream
and because I am
the person I am