This is the hundreth work I've wrote,
I look back at everything else and wonder
how many typos I've made,
How many contradictions I've orchestrated,
If I've pissed someone off
talking of taboo topics,
If I've moved someone when
they needed to be moved
or said something to calm them down
when they were too far gone,
I like to write for myself
but so often I think of other great
authors and if they knew that
works they made would be great,
I would like to think that just writing
down my feelings and thoughts is
theraputic to the point I prefer
or if they will evolve into an ambitious
project from which I can't escape,
If it's my fate to just write for writing's sake
I don't mind that at all actually,
Let me write in the late nights
the early mornings
or the rain soaked days when
the colour gray can really affect me,