When I sat down to Write

 

A lot of things to write about

But not a clue where to start.

Here I am, starting my journey with my pen

It could be a long one or it could end right here.

 

When I start to ink things down,

Many a thought gush into my mind.

I hear one loud clear voice from within that says

“Do you know enough to write?”

 

Then I go back and think to myself

Do I publish it or move it to trash?

Once I’ve made up my mind I say,

Let me give it a try.

 

For there are wiser people

And those who know how to write

But everybody has their own views

About this game called Life.

 

Surprised I surely am,

glancing at the above lines.

And now laziness creeps in and makes me say

“That’s all for now folks, Let’s call it a day, Good night.”

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