Illusory

I enter a state

Of lucidity,

Scribbling personal words

On a writers notepad

As I await freedom

From the prison cell

That is my classroom.

What words shall

I speak today?

What shall I claim?

What shall I write

Here in this tired book

That aims to be legend?

We're suspended in

A writers world,

Tasting the luxury

OF recognition

Before the path runs cold....

Before our dream

Gets old.

This        world

is writer's

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