Am Best Explained as a Free Verse
At times, I close my eyes and dream of a better future
A future that is bleak without change.
A bad dream for me is living a life without poetry
Unlike a surgeon, I use my words to cut deep into peoples
Hearts and skulls,
Sometimes I wonder if am allowed to dream on.., as if it were
A natural part of life,
A dream has pain in its heart, the wonders yet to be untold.
Yesterday people knew me as untamed kreative; today,
My dream has led me to be called mindful Edward.
Time and fate may bring the two as one. But what is true is my
Words will remain the same.
As time passes, all things have their time to change. But what will remain
Constant is my love for writing.