There is the obligation to write.
To write for one's contemporaries.
To write for one's self.
To immortalise the transitory thoughts which pass.
Endlessly thinking and seldom writing.
Life passes by.
Thoughts lose impact.
All are great thinkers,
few record.
The desperation for youth,
a longing for substance.
The regret of forgetfulness.
The waking from a dream.
