looking at the plain paper
and all the possibilities
one most ponder...
in which direction
should the words take the reader...
should we make him cry
or laugh?
Should we inspire
or defeat?
Motivate or discourage?
Should it be a story about love
or about war?
Should we write about a baby
or about the dying?
should our stories build or destroy?
The words in the paper
are like dancing
hypnotic mermaids
that sneak
into the readers mind
and overpower
their will until
they cannot do
anything else but read...
That is the joy.
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