Mastering the art of writing poetry is impossible
In fact you can’t master any art
Nobody with any common sense was even try
Ideas themselves maybe a torment rather than a contribution
Must we despair if we cannot be the master of all?
Ultimately we hope to give joy to someone somewhere In The world
Mentioning this is possibly a mistake
Instead we should lose ourselves and the sea of words as long as we can swim
Don’t deny your talents and gift s out of modesty
Expectation is probably an enemy but idleness is worse.
After all we are all human beings living for a while in this tragic world
That’s the best way to look at it
How my heart sings 