i am wondering

i have started writing words, they are pouring out
but will there come a time when there is a drought
a time the words stop, when there are no more
even now I wonder are they maybe a bore
nothing very lovely, nothing to win a prize
but right now I can’t stop
is that a surprise

it is a bit to me, to find something like this
even though I don’t know why to not do feels remiss
for the first time, maybe ever, i’m doing with no goal
i am wondering about this as I secretly ask my soul
is there something more, something to get better
but i think the answer now is just keep typing letters
so i will keep doing that, see what happens next
i am very grateful to you
the reader of this text