With symbols I create.
Upon this place.
Within me resides my purpose. My reason. My drive.
And it’s trying to get out.
Through little symbols I create.
And put upon this place.
I fear if I get them all out,
My purpose and my role will be extinct.
But I fear extinction,
Without leaving every bit of me behind.
Including my drive, my passion, and my purpose.
How can I fear creating until I am void,
If that is my reason to be.
And fear passing from my life,
With remnants of my life still within me.
Is it possible-
I can write myself out of existence.