That Lightning Bolt is killing me.
It sits there in the top right corner right next to my home,
Staring at me while I write.
"Hey you... I see you're writing a poem.
"Do you think a lot of people will read it?"

What I have to say is,
"I hope so."

But then I chastise myself.
WHO CARES?
I don't write for them!
I write for me!