because I want to
2 whoever will listen
because in the midst
of daily life
something calls to me
to write
that fickle thing
calling, leading, pointing,
Saying,
see this
and I am led away
to countless possibilities
back to the top
of the quay
and once again I say
it pleases me
2 tell you
why,
I really have no choice
and here I want to rhyme
with voice
as fickle, calling,
laughing thing
runs off to far away.
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