What is the worth, <br />Of the words I jot down? <br />As they jog through my mind <br />Though they seem so profound <br /> <br />When I get them on paper <br />They’re little more than a thought <br />If you stumbled upon this <br />Turn away like I want <br /> <br />Don’t waste time on this poem <br />It’s just a pawn in my game <br />That I play against no one <br />In the ghost of a dream <br /> <br />That I can’t call a daydream <br />Cause it comes late at night <br />When I lie awake looking <br />For the next step in life <br /> <br />I call myself a poet <br />But I know this is a lie <br />Cause I write obscure nothings <br />In this notebook of mine <br /> <br />I keep it from others <br />Locked deep in my cave <br />In a fire proof box <br />I hide the results of my game <br /> <br />I am not a poet <br />I am not profound <br />This page will be recycled <br />Once I am in the ground<br /><br />Stephen Martin II<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-waste-time-on-this-poem/
