not about heart
no soul involved
selling ideas, products, brands
not for myself, but for certain grands,
write for my paycheck,
don't write for writing,
don't think why i give in to
this noose that seems tightening.
bills to pay, rent, dinner,
travel to save for, family, future
and after that, i think i'll write -
when i'm, content with my current pay-structure.
till then my friends, i can but indulge
in occasional rhymes on love, angst and grudge
i will, often, keep taking this ride,
of this thread, of it's soul, of why, we write.