I plan to write every whim
Good or bad?  Matters not.

All according to my prolifically
Ingenious, master plan

Pour forth all I felt, know
Ponder, reflect or celebrate in

Constant... Constant... Good or rubage?

At least when I'm done there will be...
Quite literally, a mess
of my life,
my views,
My loves and trials,
my time,
My desires
so fickle, faded
But plenty by which to
Say I lived.