Why I Write, Part x+165: I Assumed

When I was fifteen, I assumed my writing was all me.
My peers couldn't do what I did because they'd never be as good.
When I was twenty-five, I assumed I simply opened my writing,
That inspiration was a gift from above, or from friends slightly above me.

Now, I assume that the water of everyone's life swims with poetry,
and I'm the only one who bothers to drag a net.