Erase the marks you make
In order to create
A spark of imagination
That can be used in any way
Construct a building like no other or a
Special letter to your mother
So long as you pour yourself into it all
There won't be room for fault.
Or get those gears working and you'll be on your way
To another place where you can escape,
Transcending higher up the ladder until nothing else matters.
Look on to the page reading every word with praise
And appreciation for the intellectual enginuity that you've produced
And used for your own application.
Mind, Thoughts, so confusing all scattered
But when gather and fused, they can be beautiful.
There's so much capability in this way to vent;
Reading one's writing become's a doorway to their soul...
All you have to do is knock.
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