As critic rails
   self doubt prevails
exhausting weight
          a sorry fate
Sweet muse must hide
       from caustic thought
   this lonely ride
            illusion fraught
In this day offered gift of choice
  to which aspect the thrill of voice ?
Or shall I hide in self thought shame ?
    glad or mad distraught the game
         If thought begets
             and love makes shine
   what is to lose by
              claiming mine...?
**the dream I came to live for