How dare life’s events keep me from my prowess
Far away from my pen and scroll
Interruptions in my work, why do I allow it
As the hurdles in my life unfold

Like a bird with its wings clipped
That can not fly
Like a fish who can’t swim
I shall wither and die

If too many grains fall through the hourglass
Without me expressing my mind
The thoughts in my head will overflow
While a masterpiece could be left behind

So life be kind to me, give me time
To let the butterflies flow
For without this one thing in my life
I am a body without a soul

In order for me to live and breath
I must extrapolate the poetic verse
Or my soul will simply suffocate
From the ordinary man’s curse

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