To my favorite authors, both present and future, and those who are losing hope. Write on.
We are like grains of sand
Tumbling with the rocks in a rock tumbler
We see the rocks, well on their way to becoming gemstones
And forget that we too, have rocks of our own
I sit here, debating movements of fictional characters
While others shove down plot in favor of admiration
Of their writing skill on the point of view of a hawk.
And while other writers are busy formulating grand adventures
Popular ones are writing about gorillas fused with sharks,
Have we really become this hollow?
Is writing quantity easier to swallow then quality?
Fear not the best writers are frustrated
But you are noticed none the less
Even if you are seen as others as second best
For going beyond the rest.