Now and then, I try this theme, and that theme and something else and nothing will come together. Then, the doubt creeps in and I start to question whether or not I’m good enough at this. Is it even worth doing? Does anyone care? Do I care? So today I decided: If you can’t beat your inner demons… put the bastards to work.
Work Demon, Work!
My fingers fumble blindly ‘cross,
The keyboard on their quest.
To link some words, to build a verse,
From chaos, meaning wrest.
There is no hope, that’s long forgot,
Yet doggedly pursue.
With single-minded stubborness,
This simple rhyme I’m due.
I do not write to seek renown,
Ne’er one to grasp at fame.
I’ve no illusion anyone,
Will long recall my name.
The only one I seek to prove,
My skill to is just me.
Yet even I, a skeptic still,
For no skill do I see.
Yet still I write and strive to find,
Some worth within my dross,
A deeper meaning to convey,
To somehow get across.
So bear with me, this phase shall pass,
As night must pass to day.
This self-doubt and mistrust will fade,
And I once more will play.
With pleasant scenes and lighter words,
With confidence and verve.
Until when next, my fear steps up,
And pitches me a curve.
Cheers, Winston
Brain Bits To Go 