At an all time low, when we believe
that we have nothing to say.
maybe it’s an ego trip, thinking, what
can I say to anyone that would make a difference.
Oh well, I don’t know, just keep writing and
see how it goes’. Might sound stupid, who knows.
Only the person on the receiving end makes that decision.
I know at the moment I feel inept, having nothing to say.
Though of something to say, straying away from
my usual style of five, seven, six, lines to a poem.
Thinking is four, more the modern way of laying it out.
Oh well at least I’m thinking, it’s a start anyway.
