Is Everybody In?

We shall begin in a steadfast dream
Full of bountiful wishes
As we plunge with haste
Into the downward spiral of the unconscious
The story begins here, but the journey is what leads us to the end
And only our travels will determine the outcome
That is if there is one
For I am the fallible female
Youthful and certainly flighty
The depths of the emerging subconscious are eternal
Sour and blissful
Some times the inside is rotten
Which will be reflected by this pen’s ink
This leaves us with a relatively large gap in life’s history
A blank page (or so), if you will
None the less, that is not what’s important
The importance is resumption
In as much as absence is excusable
Abandonment is unforgivable
This leaves us with a lot to finish
For there remain hundreds of empty pages
All waiting for something to fulfill them
The Artist’s Ink, is needed
Along with a realization
Such as a goal should never be for luxuries,
But for the bliss of criticism;
For those who are criticized are noted,
Weather loved or not.