All is already written

All is already written,
maybe more beautiful even.
What can I write?
It is not about you, you say.
Stop with the stories,
creation of self.
All is written,
you write
not to add,
not to fill.
It is already full,
you are already perfect.
Yet you write,
you write for me, you say.
Mantra in each word.
Dance in each letter.
Feeling alive.
Write for me.
Write for me, you say.