This is going to be a little personal, deal with it
Why do I write, why do I read
It's simple, but much more complex than that
I want to find magic
Simple, right?
Impossible, right?
I cant find it, I know it's impossible, but I'm going to keep searching. And I'm going to write and read, and exist in those places that don't exist, those places where magic does exist.
And somewhere, deep down, I know it's impossible.
I know it'll never work.
But I can't stop.
I can't
Cause without that
What am I?
Without my hope, without my writing, without my books, what am I
Without magic, how do I write
One day, I am going to give up, I am going to surrender that dream.
But until then, I'm going to write
And read
And that single, impossible dream, is going to drive me