Madman?
To be certain you will die an untimely death;
an indescribable feeling of wanting to be recognized
takes hold.
Discreetly knowing your work may mean nothing until your passing;
or may mean nothing at all.
To know your life's work will only be at most one-fifth of
what it should;
the idea begins to consume you until your every waking moment is
spent preparing for your death.
To never be satisfied.
Copyright © Chris Patton | Year Posted 2006
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