Proof of Life

What do I have to prove to anyone

The sun, the moon, the stars

Do I have to prove my very existence

What I have, would it take you far

When I think about my existence

I wonder why I’m alive

I wonder why I spent so much time

Listening to others and trying to arrive

I can write a poem

And make it look uneven

Showing flaws to all

I cover up when I’m not breathing

The mistakes I make

I right my wrongs

I’m longing for much more

The notes to all my songs

I can’t follow the crowd

My melody flows all wrong

I prefer to be just myself

And write my own song

So here I sit with pen and paper

Wondering where my flow went

I write whatever comes to mind

I can’t deny what my muse sent

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