The Creation

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The Creation
10/09/2011

I can’t command the weather.
I can’t make mountains move.
I fight to find strength in something.
So I take control of words.

They spill out of my mouth,
And drip onto the paper below.
I pick the words I want.
And arrange them, as I please.

Their meanings are already set,
But I force them on my page,
To become something new.
My world, I create.

What do you think?