sad but
true
i was born
a great writer
but
with tongs and
heat resistant rags
for hands
-the will to change
of a god damned
jellyfish,
and into an ebbing tide
when all i needed
was sun and
sand
fools
go study up on
jellyfish if in
need of the
real truth
most people mistake their
progress for
struggle
-the burning intensity
of that mistaken
will.
gotta go now,
the ink from this
borrowed pen
has all but run
out.
just scratches now.
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