Some days you wonder why you bother.
You sit and you search and you find them,
these unwilling words, you creep up on them
gathered there, unaware, lettering your
head, an alphabet soup of nonsense,
you catch them and you string them together,
cage them forever in the prison of the page,
juggle them up and down, muddle them around,
worry over them, care for and caress them,
make them into something by you, from you,
of you.
And nobody sees them.
Nobody finds them.
Nobody even looks for them,
these highly strung and overwrought,
overblown and overthought words of yours,
because they are hidden by millions,
squillions, quadrillions and gazillions
of other words, by other writers,
who seem to know better than you,
to know the right things to write,
every one of which seems to be
SEO much easier to find
than yours.
Some days you wonder why you bother.
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