Saturday, April 25, 2009

I feel lately,

That I should accept the conclusion

That I won't be great.

If I was good,

Natural talent,

I would have had some traction by now.

Even without traction

I keep on,

I keep on writing

I keep on dreaming

I keep on working toward a goal

I have no reason to anticipate.

I see no reason to stop.

Goals are optional.

Dreams are required.

1 comment:

domboy said...

I know people, perhaps even greater artists than you, living in obscurity. I don’t mind if they are obscure; but if they stopped creating, it would break my heart.