What's The Point
What's the point
or the aim?
What's the reason?
What's the gain?
Have I peaked
in this lesson?
Should I write ever more?
Is a poem forced quite worthless?
Are there greater ones in store?
Will I kill the spark,
my reason and freshness,
my delight,
and potency,
my love,
and passion?
Should I stop
if I don't want to,
or continue to push,
through dense lush wax forests
of lucid imagination?