What if nothing changes?
What if it all stays the same?
What if all these exchanges
Are only ever in vein.
It’s all just scribbles on a page
I’m a poet with no bookings
Like a punch in my rib cage
Just when I wasn’t looking
Too many times I started something
With so many great ideas
Don’t become a meaningless fling
Forgotten over the years
I know that it’s all down to me
It’s how I choose to spend my time
Dutiful daily diary devotee
And reap rewards that are mine
Even when I finished writing
There’s still so much more to do
I hope its hard work that I’m inciting
And this time I’ll see it through
The first thing that I’ve completed
Don’t underestimate the part you play
At least I can say I competed
And progressed more than half way
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