Neither am I Fruitless

I used to dream for endless hours
And those hours became days
Those days became weeks, months, years
And then suddenly, the dreams all stopped

I looked around, stomach gone sour
Realized I had something more to say
I started writing and doing without fear
No, not without, the other shoe just dropped

Now I’m here, with slow progress
The thoughts I once had now ingress
Into words and pages, some of which confess
I’m not where I’m heading, but neither am I fruitless

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