I write for the soul,
Mine is out of control.
It helps to soothe my mind,
And it passes the time.

I write for the future,
Those who are yet to come.
Maybe I can inspire them,
Or maybe it is me they will condemn.

I write for the past,
Those whose voices are gone.
Maybe we think akin,
No matter the difference in our skin.

I write for no one,
I am a free and untamed soul.
When I find a love,
She’ll be in control.

I write for all,
Those who are lonely, frightened or scared.
Whose anger is burnt on simple cares.
Whose heart is joyful and pushes to dare.