Parody.
Comedy and tragedy and I forget the point-
I write to express myself and almost got lost in the unknown approval of the past that I have had.

Parody, for I gave in almost too quickly but if I almost gave in- isn't it the same thing?

Chasing fame like a savage dog I nip the heels trying to get a taste of that which I have never known- the lesson is learned.

I am not beyond the ego. I let myself slip and almost forgot the important thing- expressions- I shocked myself.

Humbled again, I'm sure I will forget again.

I write because I have the urge to write, it is not a choice, not a hobby, not a distraction, it's a very real bite that gnaws at me and so I wear its teeth down and quell the noise in my head.

Chasing fame does nothing but block out the real expressions and thus I feel no satisfaction.

The work comes first.