blazeofglory
11-01-2007, 12:23 PM
I write indeed for a market
I carve out my niche in the bosom of your mind.
I am the sculptor
I can not do without carving.
But I need something to carve on
Without you I can not do it.
I have a flute of ideas
But you are the air
Without you my flute does not work.
I am a brush and without a canvas
I can not paint my imagination.
We both are related,
Intertwined
You and me
The reader and writer
I carve out my niche in the bosom of your mind.
I am the sculptor
I can not do without carving.
But I need something to carve on
Without you I can not do it.
I have a flute of ideas
But you are the air
Without you my flute does not work.
I am a brush and without a canvas
I can not paint my imagination.
We both are related,
Intertwined
You and me
The reader and writer