Release

I’m unsure in what I write, whether subject matter or product Are the words I put to page worthy of being a construct? Am I saying something worth saying, worth making Worth reading, worth saving, worth the work slaving Day in and day out when the payout is a tracing Of a thought that’s been drawn to its conclusion since the dawn of creation Let’s face it, I can’t reinvent the wheel, but is it okay if I just express how I feel? I know the answer’s yes, but that’s evident It’s less about knowing it, it’s more about accepting it I always expect more of me, why write formally When its quality soon becomes the precedent Maybe it would be better if I put myself under less pressure Maybe it would be better if I didn’t give it my best effort and just let it out