Bring On the Novel

My accomplishments piled in corners insignificant after their cause all the papery themes like pale mourners that had beckoned and earned their applause... But the dogma escapes with the clever and the taunting, it tickles my lobes because nothing is novel forever and the morrow I'll wear Cliche's robe... There is always another who's better, and another who's thought while I slept, and the rough and tough fired up go-getter who can shine and show me as inept... Because I have found warmth in the climax, when I stood in the top of my league, I find peace with Humility's impact when the fresh steals the breath of intrigue.