Ghost writer
Or rider?
That is the question!
Either way
I'll lose my rights
The rite of passage
Was blocked off
The will
To move foward is missing
With nothing
To spare
I'm tired of making marks
In the lane I chose
This road
I wrote has dead ends
I know
I'm just afraid
Scared and terrified
They say phrases
Sacred and terrific
However,
I lost poetic license
And the drive to keep moving
On road to success