I vow not one cliche to write,
A sacred oath I take,
I will speak according to my Light,
For my Maker's sake.
But we've written words for all these years,
And spoken them for more,
So tucked within my writer's fears,
Is the end of metaphors.
I know, I know, speak only what you mean,
But this is sometimes so hard to say,
Because all the souls that have ever been,
Have worded it this way.
Okay, okay, no cliches,
I promise not to use,
I'll try to say this thought of mine,
With words you would not choose.