A Writer's dilemma
There is so much that has been said There is so much that I haven't yet read So when I get a thought I think I'd rather not I wonder if it is right Every time I write For what the mind conceives In words it is difficult to bind Words are lovely when said but lovelier unsaid Yet I keep writing and trap my thoughts in words Like a running log of events They help me trace my steps My writings might forever sleep unread on some book shelf but to me they always show different versions of myself That existed for a while and then slowly faded away They are part of me Yet I am now far away!