Just write something, that's what I say to myself
As my books convert, ready to go into the second device.
I have a hundred books and a billion words
On gods and devis and ancient ways of our people
The golden question, as always
Am I ever going to read them?
I've cleaned my living room, now it looks to be mine
My back doesn't hurt anymore
A promise as been made, to oneself, to read
The good books instead of online bullshittery
The questions remains,
Am I ever
Going to live by my words?
I've promised, to myself and friends
There will be podcast, I swear guys
On gods and myths, and the stories of our past
But if I'm stuck
Just writing bullshit in here
When will I
Get to do all that?
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