For Intuitive Writers And The Hidden Layer

I love what I do
I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t true
I wouldn’t be sent here just to fear
Bliss appear, the sides of tear
And I’m alright with that
Felt enough pain to remember why
The tides let go, Intuitive Writers glow
Waxing, waning, this time remaining
Unraveled with a courageous stare
I don’t do it for you, I do it for
the Hidden Layer