Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Robinhood

I write like Robinhood 

In stolen moments while their backs are turned

I write like a thief in the night

Whose words are dangerous and in jeopardy of being silenced

I steal time and give it away

I give everything I have away

I give all that I am away to strangers whose faces I will never see

I give and I give, and I give

I give my mind

My love

My hope

My very soul

I am a two-faced knight with a bow on my back

I give away my work for free while I sit in the shadows and make the rich richer

I steal their time and give it to you

I give you my words

They are the most valuable thing I have