Four Days…

In four days I have over twenty-two writes,

Is that a lot, or do I need to make more?

Have I gotten over my quota?

Please let me know the score?

I write so many, I save them on disk,

I save them for the future, not to take the risk…

Doubt I could re-write them, the way they are now,

I find it hard to even remember what I wrote, oh wow,

My memory seems to fade, as I get older, anyhow,

Should I continue in the vein of which I am heading?

Should I keep writing with the speed with which I am sledding?

Or should I take a break, a sabbatical or go on retreat,

Either one or the other will both be that of a treat,

But even then, I write…

I write when forced on the pot, on the toilet paper that’s a lot,

I write when driving, I write when lying in bed,

I write in the shower, I write when I cower,

I can’t stop this constant writing, so even if a break I took,

I would not get a break from writing; maybe it can all go in a book?

This was to be a short one, one that would explain how many,

How many I have written in four short days,

But look at how it has expanded,

So much more than I had expected,

If this is my lot in life, I am happy it is not something more dangerous,

As if I am only writing, the people of the world are safe from my automotive meanderings…

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