Words are flexible entities
Of a magical realm called Mind.
But other writers break the code
And get Words from a dimension called Heart.
Wherever writers get their Words
Is not a hindrance to finish a piece
Since Words are flexible beings like us,
They fit through any paper, birthed from any pen.
When writers dive the Mind
They are welcomed by madness—
Deep, thought-provoking and senseless Words
All but motivation to write meaningful hexes.
When writers swim the Heart
They are welcomed by insanity—
Lengthy, confusing and vague Words
All but inspiration to write cruel verities.
Writers expose themselves when they gather Words
To enemies or friends, potions or curses
Yet as writers they should remain loyal to all Words
For escaping Words, means wishing for their hearses.