Keep writing

I keep writing despite
Many attempts to stop
Pouring my heart out

Isn't it pointless now
Today's world poets
Have no more place

We are a dying breed
Maniacs in disguise
In garb of normalcy

Tied down by fetters
For basic necessities
Following the system

System which feeds
Clothes and shelters
Binds us to the earth

But our soul wishes
To fly mystical lands
All peaks and abyss

No wonder thus poets
Are fragmented within
Leading double lives

One as a slave toiling
To make all ends meet
The other an alchemist

Mixing words to form
Potent potions to find
Gold from base things