It’s ancient

It’s irrelevant

It’s slow

It’s clunky

It’s long

It’s childish

It’s predictable

But I have to follow through

This is my life’s work we’re talking about after all…

There is no room for indecisiveness

I am now committed

Where I wish there would be inspiration there is not

Where I search for passion I don’t find it

But it’s what the people want

It’s the same as any other book

Nothing worth reading

But I have no other choice

Because a book of poems wouldn’t sell

I am sure of that

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