Slave to my art

A slave like need
An addiction i feed
To free these words
Into the sky like birds

Without judgment I write my lines
Enslaving words to my ill designs
Though daily they seek to be free
The words will never escape me

But are they slaves or am I?
For with these words, i do fly
But a need for them, there is no doubt
For were they gone, I could not shout

These feelings, so complicated and true
All the things in this world i can not do
I write them, burned upon the page
Speaking wisdoms beyond my age

So here is the rub which i know
These words just wont let me go
I will write them until the day i die
Else they will never let me fly.