If someone was to asked me, <br />why do you write? <br />I wouldn’t be able to answer them, <br />because quite frankly I just don’t know. <br />I just pick up a pen and paper, <br />and then the words come tumbling out, <br />and when I have finished, <br />I ask myself was that really me? <br />That is one of the reasons, <br />I never question what I do, <br />because there would never be an answer, <br />at least not the one I’m looking for.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-the-one-i-m-looking-for/
