Now and then I write
Creative bents may steer my sight
I make a mess of what was right
and put it into words
And late at night i think
And mistake for depth what only sinks
through mucky murk of opaque stink
And makes my ego hurt
I\'ll read a thousand times
rewritten, all the same old lines
that try to give me what I\'d find
In an inspiring verse
And when I\'m on the verge
Of making something I find worth
Exposing what\'s so true it hurts
You make me feel the worst