The time it takes to draft such a craft alone
I sit down with a pipe, a pick, a pen
Find the living things in me and try to fit them in
I'm building a vessle of words and I wrestle with which ones deserve to keep me afloat
I know myself well and I don't aim to fail- I won't hoist the sail of a badly built boat
Now I get why Moby Dick is so thick
You must choose to use words that are subtly epic
An orphan, a fighter, I may as well capture a whale
I'm only a writer,just call me Ishmael
I'm building a vessle of words and I wrestle with which ones deserve to keep me afloat
I know myself well and I don't aim to fail- I won't hoist the sail of a badly built boat