Honestly, the only thing I want to do
is write rhymes, rhythms for your soul to dance to.
And I know this reality seems unforgiving,
and though you may think nothing will change
When all you see is scribbles on a piece of paper, know this:
There is more to this world than you see
the Spirit eats no food you need
It lacks no sleep, no desire for the body.
It is sustained by joy in love, hope for life, faith in God
This poorly written word here cannot change the world
but it can change you, and you, can change the world.
So smile on, you are not alone
until all walls and barriers become dust
Your spirit shall live on
As for me, I too, shall live on and write on.
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