I never write a poem
That doesn't write itself.
I catch a buzz and come alive
Like a puppet off it's shelf.
Hearing many voices
Whose words are never mine.
My pen becomes a painter's brush
Forming visions on a line.
I seem to be a better person
When it's time to sit down and write.
A higher power guides my hand
Sharing wisdom by day and night.
People born to create
Have no choice but to perform.
It's the rush of sharing their gift
That elevates them from the norm.
What would our world become
Without intervention from above?
Angry beings in a revolving cage
With no sense of passion or love.
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