I’m supposed to be writing an essay
But I’ve got a feeling deep down
That it would be a sin to waste,
You see I rented my brain to college
Loaned my heart to a girl
And sold my soul to poetry,
I don’t think I’ll ever get it back.
I’ve oft’ sat alone
With just poetry in my heart and mind
And my arms open wide
Thinking how we can go full circle
From it being taboo for women to write a verse
To poetry today only being acceptable for girls
With little old me
Trying to reintroduce some muscle again.
I remember approximately three years ago
My heart and mind began to overflow
They poured out onto a page
And all I wanted was that release,
But these days I want more;
To be the object of your admiration
Due to my creativity and imagination;
Whether that’s the end
The beginning of the end
Or the end of the beginning 
Heaven only knows,
One thing I know is I’m possessed
This poetry things like a strong prescription drug
And at some point I became heavily reliant
This meant that-
I’ve oft’ sat alone
With just poetry in my heart and mind
With my eyes open wide
Thinking if one day we’ll grow out of this circle
And poetry will have special guest appearances
The youth sending each other poems via bluetooth
Each passionate about their favourite poet
Filled with anxiety
To know what the next rhyme scheme will be
Whether that’s the end
The beginning of the end
Or the end of the beginning 
Heaven only knows,
Brothers and sisters I have a dream today
A dream that means
I’ve oft’ sat alone
With just poetry in my heart and mind
With my mind open wide
Watching the past fly past me
Wondering if the poetry I write will outlast me
Opium went from the foundation of inspiration,
Wordsworth and Percy Bysshe Shelly-
Didn’t stop till they got enough
Today opium’s the makings of a mad man,
But whatever the drug the dosage had to be outrageous
To sit alone and see Lucy in the sky with diamonds
And what you’re reading will probably mean 
I write a travesty for an essay
But I hope my teacher forgives me
For oft’ sitting in class
With just poetry in my heart and mind
Filling the page 29X21cm wide
With poetry
Instead of the question she sets me,
Whether or not she will,
Heaven only knows;
But she needs to understand
I only rent me my brain to college
I only loan my heart to girls
But Lord knows
I sold my soul to poetry.