What paper and pen I use
Does not matter,

What diction I use and style I write in
Does not matter,

Whether or not my words are ever written
Does not matter,

For ink will eventually dry,
And paper will burn,
Even words are eventually forgotten,
It is true,
No matter what you say of legends and thinkers,
The words of those who sought immortality,
Will eventually fade,

And what matters most in verse
I will never understand,

And I shall continue not to write
But to feel,

Oh I shall try so hard
To add to happiness
To soften the pain of sadness
And add to the flame of creativity,

For as long as the waters flow
I shall speak
And I shall hope
That I have not just given my audience words or prose
But that I may have brightened the flame in their soul,
And when they turn away
They shall not dream once more,
But dream forever more.