at last an hour of quiet music of writing on autopilot why i do not allow myself to do this more often if this is freedom if this is flow if it means doing nothing taking the sun being drinking running playing smiling loving if i am only made to be of no use and it is there that i feel most free knowing this life is not for me that i tried but it is time to live otherwise to pause who said that poets do not work was right i am no poet i do not work either i only move i write i try to do something good for others and i make mistakes and  i wound i am wounded and  i love and afterwards i begin again