If it was up to me
I would sit alone
In an empty house
With only my
Typewriter
Whiskey
And a cot
But I am not alone
You are with me
Always with me
So I concern myself with you
Sharing time
Cooking
Cleaning
Watching television
Because while
Imagination is limitless
Our life together is finite
And we must make of it what we can
Sharing our joy and sorrow
Sharing our breath
Sharing our flesh
It will be up to others
After I am gone
To decide if
My priorities were
Right or wrong
And if
My life
My resources
My talents
Were well spent
And if they care to
Judge me
That's fine
Because I won't care
I will be dead
And my spirit
Will finally
Sit alone
No longer
Concerned
Or
Condemned
No longer tormented
By the compulsion
To create
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