It’s weird for I know nothing to write about.
No motive, no reason, I don’t have a message to bring.
I feel ungrateful. So I want for my wooing to cease.
As I take a step back, the transcendentalist: fourth person perspective depth,
I go into the realm of who would have wanted to say a few words with ease.
For instance if Adam, were to write his first views on Eve, what would he fix?
Abel, #why_me, wrote his last thoughts before his fate was guaranteed.
What if Ashoka the Great wrote down his fears and didn’t garb his doubt by the helm?
Charles Darwin, didn’t choose to publish his findings in depth initially.
If Elizabeth Bathory dared to write a diary thats ‘just’?
-If dear old Mary didn’t write her chronicles of camaraderie of kindness .
IF THE WRITER OF THE ROSETTA STONE WAS LAZY?
I see now that I have a pace of writing, I’ll continue for more.
I think I’m grateful I haven’t read anything personal from Nero.
Dr. Suees himself, t’was children books he opposed.
God bless the maker of the printing press!
If Abraham’s work was EVER questioned...