I craft poetry.

A lot of times, I can’t get to sleep because I have something on my mind. So what do I do? I make poetry about it. But I don’t just take a piece of paper and write down all the words that I can make into poetry; I also add a little prelude to add context. I do this so that when I read it later, I can think, “I remember the night I wrote that!”

So anyway, I’ll leave you with this. Prelude:

It's one o'clock, May second, 2015. I just finished writing the first draft of this poem. God continues to teach me things through poetry every day. I'm going to sleep. GOODBYE

Full poem:

Mystery, mystery,
Where dost thou come from?
Must thou stay secret forever?

For life, 'till death,
We shall never know,
All the myst'ries,
Of this Earth,

For when I shall meet,
The creator, our God,
All I'll ask Him,
Is how He does it:

Keeping all secrets,
Of His world,
When I ask this,
What will'e say?

But until that day comes round,
That shall remain the myst'ry,
With worlds to ponder, to think
Of the myst'ry, the myst'ry of His universe

In closing, all I'll say is this:
God, creates creative;
God, keeps keeping me safe;
All I care, is heaven being there

With a fract'n, right inside of me
For all of the world to see it
Hopef'lly all to be,
inspired, influenced, helped by me

Mystery, mystery,
Where dost thou come from?
Must thou stay secret forever?

For life, 'till death,
We shall never know,
All the myst'ries,
Of God's heaven