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.”