I'm not ashamed of SBID
But I feel like now
Now that I know more things
And have felt more things
I could've made my first big thing
Something so much better
But with that said
I think I should try again
With a back up plan of sorts
When I'm 47
If self publishing still exists
And if I haven't done anything of that caliber already
I shall take what I think are my best poems
And I will use any money I might have
To self publish them
And I will make the cover something grand
Though I haven't the slightest what that might be yet
I feel like I should promise myself that victory
Even though
In three year's time
I might feel just as uncertain of that things right to exist
As I feel of SBID right now
But there are people in this world made happy by it
So who am I to argue
It is theirs now anyways
As, too, is anything else I make
Not that that's any enormous honor
But at least it is a something
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