Why Come I Write, Cont.

This has been, in many ways, an extraordinarily emotional day. For at least an hour, I did not think I would survive it. However, God willing, I shall.

Still, it made me realize I rarely discuss why I write. It is not for riches, nor for fame. I care not for wealth, material goods, or appearances on Letterman or with Oprah. Hell, there is nothing I want from writing for myself.

No, there is but one reason I write, why I have performance goals, to become brilliant, rather than end goals for myself. I could write forever, and still not have the words to explain.

Fortunately, I do not have to. Brilliance has walked before me, and has already said it better than I.Thank you Mr. Dylan.

“Make You Feel My Love” Words and (magic) Copyright Bob Dylan

When the rain is blowin’ in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love.

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I’ve known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong.

I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawlin’ down the avenue
No, there’s nothin’ that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love.

Though storms are raging on the rollin’ sea
And on the highway of regrets
Though winds of change are throwing wild and free
You ain’t seen nothin’ like me yet.

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love.”


  1. Wenchy says:

    Poetry set to music.

    1. Yes, Dylan can’t sing, but he can definitely write.

  2. There are only words.

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