As I sit here,

　　Writing these poems,

　　Picking them out from the void,

　　Where they no doubt,

　　Still exist without me,

　　I can`t help but wonder,

　　Their effect on my life,Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author`s consent. Report any sightings.

　　Or why they chose to descend,

　　On my unwary mind,

　　Why they chose to grace me,

　　With their fierce emotions,

　　Why they caused my heart-rate to raise,

　　Why they filled my mind with trepidation,

　　My body, my hands, with their impulse,

　　I can`t help but wonder,

　　Their effect on the world,

　　Will it be dreadful,

　　An infection of delusion,

　　And a false confidence?

　　Or will it be an inspiration,

　　Will it move them?

　　At what scale?

　　A good idea, something I might try?

　　Or is this is vital to my story?

　　Or will it be like a raindrop`s ripple across the ocean,

　　Minimal, and one among many,

　　But alas, whatever it may be,

　　May it still linger in the universe,

　　A mark, or an etching,

　　That I was here,

　　That these words crossed my mind.