"why do you write
like you're running
out of time."

maybe the clock is ticking,
the timer almost off.
maybe im almost done,
will anyone miss me?

"the man is
non-stop."

who will miss me?
will you?

"why do you write
like you need it
to survive."

the words shove
oxygen in my lungs,
fuelling the flame
that keeps me awake.

sometimes i wonder
if i should stop.

then i laugh,
and keep writing.

-ea + lin-manuel miranda