You need an ego to write.
Not unlike a balloon full of hot air.
Stocked by flames burning with desire
to touch the skies, conquer all you dare.
Writing needs red blood pumping,
star dust churning creativity that flares.
Bright ideas dancing dangerously clear
until the whole world is set alight like night.
We, wanna be writers are wanna be creators
creating chasms and covering craters with questions.
We breath life into realities and reverse universes.
To write is to create, to consummate the human desire
To write is to want to be God.