Maybe I’m crazy…
they cut and lead me nowhere
they mock me in my dreams
Each sentence causes shame
and every phase brings me pain
Queasy – my gut wrenches
Tight – my butt clenches
Why do I show this stuff? Where can I hide?
Ego and desire, they drive me
Neurosis is my master
Attention my fuel
And then I find something crazy, and am saved from my navel-gazing worries
But for long enough to get the work done.
(This has been a poem I wrote about my horror after hitting “Publish”)
And now, a picture that I found along the way:
This image is from a site called “Question Copyright” http://questioncopyright.org/understanding_free_content
All of which brings me to a charming song:
Go to the homepage of Questioncopyright.org for the complete article.