Amateurish and simplistic is what I write,
Plain and simple is my plight.
Depth in thought is not apparent,
Shallow thoughts are what's transparent.
I have never strived to be Robert Frost,
Just scribble my prose so the ideas not lost.
To be appreciated is certainly a goal,
But at what price to the soul.
I write what comes into my mind,
Often it is misunderstood and maligned.
The readers adapt the words to their own,
Conclusions drawn are theirs alone.
I just know what's in my mind.
For everyone else it is theirs to find.
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