I don’t know if I chose the right path

I don’t know if writing is my real career

I don’t know if I would ever succeed through writing

I don’t know if people will buy my books

I don’t know if my story would attract you

I don’t know if everyone would recognize me

But I keeps on writing, because I love writing

But in my thoughts I wonder if my poems heal your soul?

Maybe it’s keeps on hurting you?

Sometimes I feel like I’m playing with my time.