The Rambling Of An Indecisive, Er, Soul? The decision to start writing this wasn't hard, What to write was done blindly, And although I love to devote my heart to something it's never lasting, A desire to indulge a beautiful craft, to show artifice and passion. These things do not last, I have to come to the assumption, or is it presumption that a momentum of genious remains unpredictable, spontaneous, unnervingly chooses to dominate and flutter away. Maybe I should live within the love of my craft, and only take pleasure in the moments of ingenuity offered to me.
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