Write or Wrong
I write, but I may be wrong
So I cross things out as I go along
Sometimes I will uncross too
Go back, revisit, start anew.
I write, but I may not know
The proper style or way to go
To free the feelings that I feel
And portray them true, with zest and zeal.
I write, but sometimes I ask
What is the purpose of this task?
Does any body realy care
To see and hear what I have to share?
Bits and pieces of me, my soul
Writing helps to keep me whole
It's such a never ending plight
I may be wrong but I love to write.