I've been thinking many thoughts
since last I ventured here
to the realm of those who write
and yet I just can't quite
become a resident who is present,
never hesitant in my words—
it is rather absurd
that I think myself a writer in the least.
Undevoted to this venture,
undesiring of its weight
I do not wish to carry
a burden so important, so great.
Yet I return sometimes
to probe my barren mind
in the hopes that I'll soon find
a new something.