It’s
no pleasure thinking about profits
There’s
a pain trying to produce publicity
The
reason and the only point is to produce
The
words that convey emotion and the stories that convey heartwork
Seal
that soul and separate yourself
These
things take a toil on you young man
Grapple
in the fear
But
don’t let it pull you down
The
name and the noise and spotlight
All
seem to be brilliant distractions
Find
some kind of balance
But
keep sprinting
Keep
climbing
Keep
dreaming
Keep
on
Keep
pointed in the prose
Stories
that have been told before but not by you
Voices
that have been uttered for totally other reasons than yours
Wrap
your arms around these premises
And
shake something special out of them
Hear
this same steady melody
And
tweak it take it break it formulate it do something new with it
Bring
a voice and bring a vision and bring a heart and a soul
Then
stay steady
Stay
steady on this road full of voices and noises
Run
don’t walk
Stay
straight don’t fall
Remember
And
look His way
Labels: on writing, Perseverance, Ramblings
