I see writing as a pastime
To which I admit I cannot stop,
But it’s not about churning out words
It’s about wisdom, thoughts and notes,
Contemplating the currents of life
The high waves, the deep drops of might,
Defining the stormy fronts we endure
And from this money is not the cure,
Whereas understanding certainly can be,
When we read the words of those who see
Writing as therapy is not just a way of making money,
Like a corporate AI friend machine
Using up volumes of words each day,
Just to satisfy those who don’t see this as obscene.
fauxcroft 
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