Brimming with creativity, no place to demonstrate Oh the constant urge to remonstrate My inadequacies, my insecurities, my rough edges Smoothened only by time
Green-eyed monsters egging on to pen Disjoint verses under duress, Caring neither for rhyme nor meter Blinded by thoughts of the finishing line
Ah, the finishing line The narcissism of seeing my name up in lights A shooting meteor, a cascading asteroid An occasional versifier
