Wasted Time

I wish that I could accurately track
The need to write the need to express
Pathos
Ethos
Lagos
But when I try it is always a mess
 
I don't claim to be a poet
Or have a wonderful sense of rhyme
Foolish I am almost daily
Many hills I feel I must climb
 
Some placed by result of my own deeds
For I lacked the perspective to plan
And assumed too much in crafting a life road
Many things I found hard to understand
For my tongue which spoke once too often
Later to regret the way things where said
For not all that is thought need be uttered
Patience
Tolerance
Faith
instead
 
Much respect I have for fellow writers
Who can break a boring form to which I always take
Thanks goes out to those who will still listen
Hoping the torture isn't one of constant ache
 
Pain in being subjected to another of my attempts
For what possesses me to take pen to words
Hubris to think that all of this babble
Should be digested like crumbs to the birds
 
Yet not intelligent enough to shut off
I must thank English teachers awesome for that
Who have left me with one constant reminder
More then one way to skin a cat
So to any who moan at my meandering
It is not my intention to annoy
Go on to read something that is worthy
Precious time give to true artists and enjoy