The Chase...

 

I chase ideas, I chase my dreams through
the halls of fantasy, the halls of wonder
and the halls of escape. But, they elude me
and tumble down to words on a page.
The words turn on me asking why do
I write? How do I dare steal thoughts and
express them in words when they were gifts
for me and me alone. I have no defense.
I’m addicted, if I don’t write, I’ll withdraw.
If I withdraw the chase will end, the gifts
will dry up. Thus, I must remain addicted.
I must continue allowing these gifts to be
conscripted by words on a page.
Words are my drug of choice, without them
I’ll withdraw not just from writing
but from life itself.