It’s easiest to write about the rain As it rains And it was easier to write about the pain When there was pain But now I don’t write much Because there’s Nothing And Everything To talk about More than enough to doubt Very little to figure out Sometimes a personal critic to fight Before any work is even done Let alone done right Levying with the fatigue to propel To propel forward For ****’s sake, not back And it’s not so easy to write When you just write And it was not so easy to write This right