To He who wills Man's sovereignty
to extent that Freewill allow,

I am saddened by this reflection,
only as it seems a waste of time;

that this effort be better used elsewhere,
as more I need 'do,
I need write.


And it's not about writing;

it's about why I started at all, I lose myself in another

with words to use,
and those One can't
—and without

–so often Worthless
as these words:

The good I could have done.


And by Last word
leading to Judgment
– if I may have
such a say,

Finished is my need
to write anymore;

(this can easily go at the bottom.)