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