Want to read? Read on... and on... and on.
This is where I'll say some things about myself.
Why would you read? Yes, why would you.
I don't know, I read not minds,
I have not power, I've not time...
Setting random things aside,
I always look for ways to tie
Words and thoughts as they were one
So that my memory may one day truely die.
I'm a writer, or so I'd like to think,
Without a heartful song to sing.
Maybe you'll be back or maybe you won't.
Maybe you want my secrets to be once shown.