There is no explanation,
For how long I've been gone.
With no insperation,
The days can be long.

Tapped under assignments,
day in and day out.
To suffer from the anoyment
Of work, there is no dout.

To escape from the world,
That is my game.
To go to the world of words,
That is my name.

Poetry is not my thing,
But when it comes,
I enjoy anything
With open arms.

A nose buried in books,
A hand busy as a bee.
Writings have many hooks,
Ones that capture me.

I will not loose control,
When days are long.
They won't take my sole,
Life doesn't go wrong.

People find their path,
And mine is a gift.
I will make them laugh,
Like books gave me lift.

I won't loose my dream,
And I won't let go.
For I have been deamed,
A writer without foe.

I know it's a little wierd but that all that came to my mind. Sorry about not blogging in a long time.
That's it for now,
Captain Redwallwindow