Sometime it feels like I am giving up.
That I borrowed too much stuff,
Like this idea from another,
Like some other person’s mother,
But the truth is that I missed it,
So I am giving up the dream of stuff
I never knew or had,
And sometimes when I am feeling bad,

I give up writing, deciding
Which word is inviting,
Which sentence is delightful,
Which verse is insightful,
Which line is to spiteful,
And fails to meet the mark;
Fails to tap the hearts,
But then I give up on giving up.