Words are my life
and words are my trade
my future, by words
is broke or made

The need I feel, inside myself
is one that can't be denied
but give into it's call
and your will is harshly tried

One must find a balance
that place that's in between
in mathematical terms
it's an average or a mean

If you fall to one side
or if you fall to the other
one way your talent dies
the other, it falls asleep, deaths little brother

It is the challenge of the successful poet
to walk that razors edge
To balance and keep his head
and not fall off the ledge

It is a constant battle
one must fight either way
between addiction and consumption
in the battlefield I play

But one day I will triumph
and my foes will be undone
unfortunately 'till that day,
of rest, I'll have none

But triumph I will, I will. I will!
for 'tis my destiny
and that day, when I stand tall
a master poet I will be.

AcB 7.27.97