The Lesser of Two Fridge Moments

You ask me why I do this
when there's no ultimate purpose
The words are my own
bu the worlds, someone else's

And I backed down
I tripped
became defensive

But with myself now my Self again
I find it in me to say with indignance
I do it for my own pleasure
because exploration is my goal
and my words their own treasure
Glory and fame and my name on every lip is not how I measure worth
I did it before the recognition


I dunno if I like the last line....