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Somethin Permanent

Is a sailor without a boat, still a sailor?

Is a writer with no words still a writer?

I cannot sail if I have no boat.

But if I become wordless, am I no longer

A writer?

If I can no longer create, am I creation less?

I aspire to be among the stars

But I seem to be star less

So maybe I need to change

But if I do, what shall I be?

I can only write!

I must be a writer!

But where should I find my words?

A library too common, a book store too obvious.

think. Think. THINK.

a book! But not just any!

An empty one waiting for words.

I need ink.

Lets make words- and become

something

permanent.