I run

These laps

Never stopping

Never wondering

Why am I running like this?

I plunge on.

I walk

This path

Never slowing

Never hurrying

Am I going somewhere?

I walk on.

I read

This book

I stop

I wonder

Why can't people be as interesting

In life

As in books?

I read on.

I write

These lines

I laugh

I cry

I wonder

I slow

I hurry

I stop

I am a writer.

Who am I writing for?

For me.

For you.

For all.

For one.

For those who will listen.

For those who won't.

For those who laugh

And cry

And wonder

And slow

And hurry

And stop

And love

And listen

And live

And die

I am a writer.

Who are you?