But my ink is black
My page is white
But my brain is grey
My eyes are blue
But my shoes are green
I run to the future
To chase my dreams
Stuck in the clouds
Trapped in my thoughts
I wonder what pulsed through other's hearts
Mine is ink
I like to think
I'm a write or die
Kind of guy
So, as I chose the novel
Living in a hovel
I'll stay firmly here
Writing 365 blog posts a year
And though it may seem hard
It keeps me sharp
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