(This poem is part of a heroic crown of sonnets. For more information, see "Crown of Chaos, Crown Jewel")
These Sonnets must continue, nonetheless
I cannot let my efforts be for naught
If I write up an illegible mess
At least I'll say I gave it all I got.
I rarely stick with just one thing too long
I lack commitment; it's my greatest flaw.
Although I doubt that I would think it wrong
to say that I inspire too much awe.
But laying jest aside for just a bit,
There's something that I feel I must admit
So brace yourself, and find a place to sit.
I wrote this quatrain for the sound of it.
My hopes and dreams will be forever mired.
Until I make the effort that's required.