When I go to publish something
I sign a different kind of contract
One with myself, dense with personal legalese
That I will remain to see it through
I won't leave, yet
I can't leave
After all, I'm waiting for the story to begin
And I need to see what happens
And the chains on my soul
That I've bound myself up in
Don't feel very heavy
When I hear someone say
"You helped me to stay too"
No comments yet. Be the first!