Why I Write, Part x+118: At Least This Way...

My writing is free...at least, I make the rules.

It's a blessing to me, 'cause it keeps my mind cool.

I've never found something to slow down its turning

Or to cut down on friction, which heats me to burning,

But my writing makes product of the fire and steam.

It's a vent on my roof-peak, or to me it so seems,

But outsiders might say it's compulsive addiction,

and it's burning my mind with a new kind of friction.

Well, if that's the case, I'm still cooked, I'm still done,

But if I burn up this way, at least I'll have fun.