I have so many things to say, that it would take a year
of writing steadily every day to make my ideas clear.
I have so many thoughts inside my head that I cannot
choose a topic so instead I let the thoughts all rot.
It’s hard to focus on just one when all are clamoring for
attention from me, but it’s fun when I succeed on one or more.
The need inside of me to write is so strong that it’s frightful
truculent words that refuse to come are positively spiteful
I’d quit except that once in a while I write something insightful
and the feeling of accomplishment I find is quite delightful.