A friend once asked me why I write.
Questiongly, they gazed at me for a response.
So, I composed this as answer.

I write in the moonlight for those weary souls,
Those souls that can't seem to find peace.
Those people that pace their room late into the night,
Just trying to put their minds at ease.
I write for them.

I write for the girls who have been used by all the guys they've known,
For a day, a week, a month, a year, a lifetime...
But always used, thrown aside when the next girl comes a long.
Those girl's who have been used, but still believe prince charming's there to find.
I write for them.

I write for the guys that still believe in a thing called love,
Even when society tells us that love equals sexual performances.
The guys that try with all their might to love a girl,
But find themselves alone, with a lonliness that torments.
I write for them.

I write for the children that still dream, that still hope,
Kids that haven't been corrupted by the bullshit
That we all seem to go through.
For the children that remind me of when I was a kid.
I write for them.

I write to try and find God amongst the world,
So as the circles beneath my eyes deepen
And my waistline expands,
I try to find something to believe in.
I write for me.

I write so I can get a clear look at myself,
Pouring my being out onto paper
To potenially discover something revolutionary
Or at least, to discover who I am.
I write for me.

I write until my finger tips bleed,
And my hands cramp.
I write until I am exhausted
I write until I find an answer.
I write to discover..

I write for every person walking the earth,
To give them a piece of me,
And to learn something new about myself.
To give and take.
I write to discover.

I write because I have to.