Soon after birth
It asks

What worth?

All the thoughts
The words to shape me
Are they necessary?

What reward?

Can’t hold onto this moment
The delusion you paint
Goaded by a mad chase
To lift the haze
Fill up the dearth
Give all wildness a berth
And then
Just when
Relieve the pain
Start all over again

What gain?

Brick upon brick
Rhyming rhythmic
Verbose prose
Random rambling
Under the sky anything

What sense?

Knows one who writes

**For one audience.