I’m pretty sure that I’ve discovered
The fact that I have no idea what I’m doing.
I try to keep the bases covered
But it seems I’m still losing.
Writing is a game many rarely win.
The competition is so intense
You feel you’re standing on a pin.
Plus, no one here appears to have any sense.
We spend hours editing
And weeks trying to read between the lines.
Month are consumed by writing
But I’m not seeing any good signs.
Yet, I’m pretty darn stubborn
So this isn’t the end.
Rather, it’s time to turn
Things around and hope they mend.