I try to convince myself
That I won't be a writer,
I try to scare myself
With fears I'll run out of creativity,
But the older I seem to get
The stronger my imagination's retentivity.
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I try to convince myself
That I won't be a writer
But my life's never felt more brighter
Than when I pick a book off a shelf
Read a page or two
And stop trying to...
Because I'd rather be writing
And can't stop fighting
All these imaginations
In my brain's stations.
Different characters
Different characteristics
'Cause life's quite simplistic
When I stop resisting,
Life's just quite euphoric
When I appease their insisting.
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I try to convince myself
That I won't be a writer
That all these rhymes
Won't make anything lighter
But in all my dark times
I tend to run to paper
So that I can shape her:
A piece of literature
To get me out the aperture.
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I try to convince my damn self
That I won't be a damn writer
Because I don't want to know
The brightness of the angry glow
That my dad's face will bear
And the disappointing flow
Down my mum's face of tears.
And in all my nightmares
I lose to my life's bears
They claw at my soul
As I neglect my goal.
This is the kind of toll
For those with expression in their blood
To those who see a pen as Zeus's lightning rod.
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I try to convince myself
I've tried to convince myself,
But I'll prove them all
That I have what it takes
Even at this age.
And even if I fall
All my rhyming pages
Will still have the potential
To free souls from cages
Because excluding the financial
I'll be able to die
Knowing I have a life-saver credential.
