World of Writing

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Pencil on paper

Scribble scribble

Scratch scratch

Writing a story

Without anyone telling me where to go

What to do

How to do it

When or why

Who to meet

What to see

No, none of that

Because I'm free

On a cloud

Drifting off into the sunset

Or deep under the ocean

Playing with the fish

Or far out in outer space

Floating away

It doesn't matter

To anyone but me

Because when I write

I'm free

Free as a bird with beautiful new wings

Free as a jaguar racing down a gazelle

Free as a fish to swim where I please

And I'm never going back

Because here I don't have to

Here has no rules

Here is whatever you pick it to be

Here is a gift

Here is my world

A world of writing

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