Ode to a Writer.

Day 1 of 90 days of Poetry.

Some people complain about the voices

I think they suit me just fine

It's sort of a refreshing notion

To live within my mind  

I think that's common among writers

After all, we live so many lives

One day we might rob a bank

The next we might travel time

Or we might become a pirate

A treasure hunting buccaneer

Decide we want to explore space 

Humanities last great frontier 

We can live as Captains and Generals

As nobility, Gods, or mortal men

Befriend aliens and mermaids 

See life through a foreign lens

Now I'm not saying we're crazy

Nor will I admit we've gone mad

I'm just saying it can be amazing

To live through a pen and a pad

We are all stories in the end

So why not write yours down

Cause our time here is limited

But our tales may stick around