Is this my rebirth?
I do not know.
Can a re-birth take place three times over.
Or would this be a re-re-re-birth; the beginnings of a broken record.
Do I have anything new to say. New to add.
And will my ink jots change the world?
Is that my intention though.
Can a writer just write?
A poet just recite?
For the sake of it.
What would be the purpose.
For without purpose, can we truly call it Art?
I do not know.
Can a re-birth take place three times over.
Or would this be a re-re-re-birth; the beginnings of a broken record.
Do I have anything new to say. New to add.
And will my ink jots change the world?
Is that my intention though.
Can a writer just write?
A poet just recite?
For the sake of it.
What would be the purpose.
For without purpose, can we truly call it Art?
© shellyhu
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