The shakes are beginning!
I’m starting to quake.
No more blogging!
I feel like a flake,
Imagining a world where here I feel I belong
Yet, denying its presence to sing my own song.
Can’t do this, I’m sweating (although I’m quite cool 😉 )
I’m raring and ready but shit what a fool
I’ll feel, if I start this and fall at first fence.
Guess I won’t know lest I try, my defence,
Believing and dreaming that maybe the might
Is not quite so distant as seen at first sight.
2000 I’m sorted! Better than Twitter,
I’m a talker, a writer (sic), I’m not bitter,
To try and not muster is better supposin’
I fail, nope won’t hear that, I try, I prevail.
I’m waffling, excuse me, I’ll miss you like hell.
That’s part motivation so I’ll be back just to tell
The tale of the author who talks and who tried.
Luck wished between us. Feck, I’m so fried!
Nah! I’m not worried. I know you’re forgivin’,
I’ve read you all here and you’re all blessed from heaven.
You get it, you know it, I know that you do,
It’s a drive born among us, I feel it like you.
I can’t do the Twitter though I’ll be tempted if words
Fail me in novel, I’ll just twoot #absurd.
One more this evening I think that’s the score.
Waffling for Scotland #Independence #once more. 😉
Well, you didn’t imagine that my freedom had gone to hell, did you?
#No chance. On till all the dreams are realised. Feck, missed a hashtag there somewhere. #bollocks!