Write! Write! Why must you Write?
To be human, an endless Light,
To speak of sad nights and happy days
To fulfill primal urges coursing through my veins
Our forefathers watch from above,
They knew hate, they knew love.
Art is straight, its message clear
“Look at my work, for I was here!”
In the end times, when all is dark,
We sleep easy, we left our mark.
In the grand tapestry of the universe,
Look at my work, for I was here.