| Like so many men before me, I sit and I write. Though I know that I, in all I do, am only rewriting what has already been written. And to know that all I have said, am saying, and will say -- has already been said. And though I know this, as men before me, I sit and I write. In hopes that I will say one thing One simple thing That will be my own. In a world full of overdone Ideas I want to say something, anything, That will mean something to someone. In doing so, I will fulfill my duty to myself As a scholar As a Poet As a Poetic As a writer As a reader As a dreamer As a wanter of something more than just Old Ideas. Then, in doing so, I can live on happily. |