The Writer's Penned Prospect

The truth was here The letters were sent The mistakes were seen The marks were clear The proof was real The smudges were seen The words were unclear The perfection had an imperfection The vision was never clear The journey was often a somber one The time is now gone The past survived to bring me here The chapters and chapters continue The words now have meaning from that past The mistake has reason The marks were clear; I was in a hurry The mind raced with excitement The laughter was there The imperfections made a perfected decision The writings must go on The letters must be sent The truth is here The imperfection is the perfection The journey lives on