And if I could write a masterpiece, would I?
Would I depict myself or someone else?
Would I actually take the time to represent myself?
With words, and phrases that appeal the mind?
Would I spend time to authentically produce beauty, to create the heavens?
Would I spend my time willowing away at the keyboard?
To fabricate a godly poem, that only I would recognize?
Or would I fritter away at easier pursuits?
Like love, or passion? Zeal or hyperfixation?
Should I expend myself attempting to be percepted by no one?

Yet, still I only ask you,
Because I cannot ask myself.

morienne