A Storywriter's E-mail

I write a story and send it to you

Do you want to know if it is true?

In it I speak of events, old and new

Would it delight you if it is true?

Or would I rather screw

Myself if I go through

With this, but I don’t want to rue

To be unable to start anew

Coz I can’t rescue

Myself from my unbridled thoughts, that are not just a few

But many and multiplying and every passing moment accrue

I little understood as time flew

That I took without questions whatever life threw

At me, but as I review

Whatever has passed as I grew

I don’t know if I can speak and be true or untrue…