A writer of sorts, reader of all,
A start is made, a tale to spin,
Where thoughts begin and words begin.
A clouded mind, a hazy view,
Ideas entwine, both old and new.
No hesitation, onward flow,
The verses rise, in steady show,
Moves but with a stride, out in aglow.
Though sense may stray, or logic bend,
The rhyming keeps, until the end.
Please help me on, this rhyme seems to prolong...
:3
