I’ve mucked in mediocrity for many maudlin years fettered by the ferrous chains of fundamental fears but now a nascent noumenon is gnawing with a need to break the bonds that keep the collars blue among my breed.
When I thought what I said mattered there was so much to relay a brand new page was spattered with purpose every day but margins can grow tattered getting battered by the fray till confidence is shattered and there’s nothing new to say.
When I wished what I said mattered there was plenty to parley and though those hopes have scattered I keep bargaining away.