No one understands what I feel Not even the words I use.
When I talk of beginnings or endings I give significance to an event That never had significance in the first place, Or whose significance was debatable I may embed a story, select a genre, But I am always constrained By the writer in me who tells the story, It's only in a fantasy that I do what I please.
So the more interesting my poem is The further away it is from my experience.
