  Another Poem I wrote this when I was bored in one of my classes when I was in college.  Hope you like it.  =  The Writer Creativity My workshop Imagination My tools Analytical thinking Cannot live in this world Where rules always stretch and bend A pen and some paper My organs The ink My blood My hands The machinery that follows only me Your critics,  your doubts Your suggestions,  your feelings Is the are that I breathe Come into my blood Helps my brain to its work My mind Full of wonders My heart Not made of stone My mind Digests creates and guesses My heart Feels it way to your bones Come into my workshop Come in if you dare My doors are always open But you cant guess whats in there Whatever door you come in A new adventure awaits But beware Looks have always been deceiving One last caution that I give My work You have to understand For once you come inside my workshop You leave reality behind = July 20,  1998 
