If I may be frankly honest,
I would rarely publish, my thoughts upon my mark.
Because, I love to leave my mark, on everything and everyone,
But I would never let my reasons run.
It's my best kept secret,
My utmost drive, the main reason for me feeling alive.
I've left some marks on this world,
On people, in writing, on tangible things.
I strive for it,
Live for it, and chase it for every last bit.
I am scared of not making it,
Scared I'd be taking it, but I see it as my light.
It's my poisoned cup,
My sirens song, the tune I dance along to.
Its my tempest storms,
My temptress' songs, and out right my teacher.
If I did not strive to leave my mark,
My skills would have ended as my bark.
But be warned, I do infact bite
And I promise you...
I will
Leave my mark.
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