I want to be the best,
the best to twist the pen,
Perfection comes from work,
work from deep within.
I must find a way,
to let my soul just shout,
And write down what I say,
to let it have a mouth.
I might find it speaks in ways,
all can understand.
And if I could somehow pass that on,
I might become that man.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poets-thoughts/
