yes, writing is like driving
as you're knifing through dark nights
your eye observes the twists and curves
that bathe within your lights
the trail is ever bending
never ending as you cruise
you must believe the route you weave
is not meant to confuse
the chase may be surprising
sudden rising, violent dips
a daunting task and you may ask
why do you take these trips ?
you do it for excitement
and enticement for the dark
you never know what brilliant glow
will grow from just a spark
the lines may dim quite blurry
winds of fury, moon so weak
though flying blind, with luck you'll find
the words you strove to speak
yes, writing is like driving
as you're diving, use your strength
the road's just lit a little bit
but you'll inch by at length
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