How come in a single day
Do I think more words
Than those I can say?
How come in a single night
Do I lose more battles
Than those I can fight?
It’s the story of my life
Not the story of a knight.
Not the feelings that I have
Only those that I can write.
And if poetry loves beyond
Must these words be written down,
Then my hand will be my sword,
What I write shall be my crown.
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