A Creative Person

I come along a winding road
My heart and mind
My worries and cares
Are far behind
Nothing but the clothes on my back
And the care freeness I hold so dear
To walk along that road
With little or no fear
My family and friends
Are miles away
They did not want me to go
They wanted me to stay
They wanted me to settle down
And become a CEO or accountant
But all I want is the world of my mind
And all they could say was "so?"
Did I neglect to mention that I love to sing>
And that I carry my own guitar
I do not want fame or fortune
That can only go so far
I also love to act and write
I have almost ten books in my head
But without money or a home
My idea's will never be said
I am a creative person
This I know
But as I walk down this winding road
Time itself seems so slow
I do not need your materialistic world
Best things in life are free
Some day this poem will be read by millions
So all the world can see
Me


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